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so sad i don't have anything to take good pictures with.
I DID A THING today in painting classes.
Teacher said: go forth and paint these pears on this adorbs red cloth!
I went forth and painted those pears on that adorbs red cloth.
I drew them surrounded in dark blues and deep foresty greens and bruise-purples, deeply shadowed, and haloed in golden light from a burst of such from behind and above them.
It’s realistic proportions, nothing anthropomorphized. The angle of the pears still makes them look as if they’re turned and looking up to stare in apprehension at this violent break in some thunderstorm cover.
I call them "The Pears of the Apocalypse."
What are they watching, one wonders. Nuclear warhead? Alien beam weapon? A vengeful angel?
...
*sephiroth voice: shall i give you dis pear?*
Teacher said: go forth and paint these pears on this adorbs red cloth!
I went forth and painted those pears on that adorbs red cloth.
I drew them surrounded in dark blues and deep foresty greens and bruise-purples, deeply shadowed, and haloed in golden light from a burst of such from behind and above them.
It’s realistic proportions, nothing anthropomorphized. The angle of the pears still makes them look as if they’re turned and looking up to stare in apprehension at this violent break in some thunderstorm cover.
I call them "The Pears of the Apocalypse."
What are they watching, one wonders. Nuclear warhead? Alien beam weapon? A vengeful angel?
...
*sephiroth voice: shall i give you dis pear?*