Sometimes I don't know when to stop. It's like that old joke. A young child asks "where did I come from?" And parents go on and on with a long explanation of anatomy, birds, bees and love and life and mummy's tummy. Then the kid asks again, and says, "but where did I come from? Daddy was born in Toronto, where was I born?" You answer, "La Junta, Colorado." The child says, "okay." But do you stop there? No. You proceed to get out the maps, and go to the computer and go on and on about getting info from the chamber of commerce and you just don't know when to stop. Sometimes if we all listen very carefully to some of life's questions, the answers are pretty simple. And that's all people want. Simple "yes" or "no." A 500-page essay with footnotes is not necessary.
When I was working on the picture below, I just kept going on and on. I knew I was going to stop at one point, but I just kept adding layers and colors and I couldn't stop. But what the heck. Sometimes I like to give long convoluted explanations, just to watch them squirm.
Erode.....Rough Road.....Outmode.....Decode.....Expose
1 comment:
I'm glad you put a self-pic up. I didn't know you even had a pair of track pants.
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