Old art, new camera

When I moved to Illinois, one of the things I packed up was a batch of my old paintings. All my work was done with watercolors on posterboard, so the materials were none too stable for travel. Some of my bigger paintings I put in a giant portfolio (or, as Arjay's eldest son would say, a "fartpolio"), and I put the smaller ones in individual construction paper envelopes and sealed them.

Most of my paintings suck, but there's one that's always been my favorite, and even though I painted it in the early '90s, I've never framed the sumbitch. Tonight, I finally put it in a frame; before I did that, I took some new pictures of it with the D50. I've posted photos of it here before (it used to be my avatar, Back in the Day), but they were scanned from washed-out prints that were never very good representations in the first place. I am much happier with the new pics.

Ladies, gentlemen, and those of you who frequent this blog, I once again present to you the fluorescent, trippy, blacklight extravaganza I like to call "Who Wants to Play With Old Veinface?"



I'll be accepting donations for therapy at the door.

I'm almost afraid to ask, but would y'all like to see more?