Always found it kind of stupid and annoying, maybe a bit of a copout, when people did that... How many words in the English language, and all other languages, and proper names and everything, and the glut of combinations of those, and phrases, and everything, and you can't come up with an arbitrary name to cobble together? Apparently not; if it doesn't think it's the right time to be titled, well, you can't argue with your own art. (Same with creators not knowing for sure some specific detail about their creation, and being unwilling to make something up. I should be the expert in this, I suppose, seeing my writing style consists of collecting up things from here and there over years and, cobbling seems like such an imprecise thing, so it's not the greatest term...)
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| "Untitled... for Now (13 Jan Renard.)" Pencil and acrylic on paper, 2014-2015. Click to embiggen. |
Drew this back on the mission, 2/3rds of a year ago; put a paintbrush to it today because I had excess paint from something else I was working on and didn't want to let it go to waste (being a waste-conscious child of the '90s is helpful in some aspects of art, but downside alert: there's absolute hell to pay during the mixing phase of painting: "hmm, hey, there's still a dab of dark umber left, maybe I could squeeze this sienna into it, lest it go to waste... I'm sure nothing could possibly go wrong with-- nope, nope, just more mud." Alright, maybe just purgatory. Limbo? Limbo, works...)
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