Whenever somebody mentions The Secret around here, then everybody gets on this bandwagon where if anybody happens to speak of something even remotely positive, inevitably somebody (sarcastically) yells "secret"! To get the full effect you've got to yell it in the same way people yell "oprah", and this is difficult to describe. If you know what I'm even talking about, if you get it, well, sorry, because it becomes a habit and you'll find yourself yelling "secret!" a lot to the tune of "oprah!". In this household it gets ridiculous because virtually everything can be traced back to the Secret in a Kevin Bacon sort of way.
Anyway, all this must have been going through my head when I painted this piece.
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encaustic painting by tereSager |
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encaustic painting by tereSager |
Then later on there was a small campfire. The air is crisp this evening.
If you have pets you've noticed these...
Its like they're dancing in the late summer sun.
Just looking for manes and tails and furry friends to latch onto.
Spiral brings me these in his long blond tail. Special presents.
These are everywhere too. Queen Anne's Lace, all over the place. Its nice.