While I laid in bed awake, awake, awake, I finally thought, fuck it, and got up and painted for several hours.
I had been eating Wonderful Salt & Pepper Pistachios the night before and my shells were still on my desk. Yes, that's right. And I picked up a half shell and used it as a sort of paintbrush with yellow oil paint to put on some bumps and ridges to this fellow. I saw his arms, the black on the chin and extending into the purple looked like whiskers/flying whiskers so that's where the straight-edge razor came it.
Mostly I was once again trying to loosen the grip in my chest and stomach of these aggravations so I was letting my hand just move, applying color randomly. Sometimes I think the best things I make are out of trying to alleviate darker frustrations and feelings.
I'm happy with the painting. I'm very tired, too.
9" x 12" Acrylic, Oil, India Ink