I finished a couple of paintings today, for which I am very happy. I painted this as a re-do from a couple of years ago (a painting that I liked very much), but I changed it up a bit. The unicorn is suspended, along with a mess o' boxes, from rather fluffy clouds.
A magical creature that cannot fly, hung up with rather ordinary mundane objects. Can it be that the mysterious is caught up with the banal? In life, I mean- can it possibly mean that the bits of our life that are full of wonderment and magic are dangling around us amidst the average everyday things? I'd like to think so, and I think that's what Senor Painting doth speak to us today.
Medium: Oil
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