I have a butterfly holding the end of my thumb closed. it's not that deep but just deep enough where it didn't want to stop bleeding with a conventional bandage so I opened up my camping first aid kit to see what was in there. no needle with suture material but a couple of butterflies. they work just about as well.
I stuck a naked picture of me to the metal thing so now it is a not safe for children self portrait. I glazed my image with an blue acrylic wash so I am not immediately noticeably nude. I'm not sure I like myself where I put me but it could turn out ok. if not I will scrape me off. metal. the new oil. acrylic dries but does not adhere with any sort of finality. I am trying to figure out a way to varnish it when I am done that will not be prone to peeling off. I wonder if I'll have to sand the metal. that could add some interesting texture.
if I leave me on there I'm not sure it will be the sort of thing I want hanging in the hallway. how many people have nude self-portraits in their hallways? oh I suppose Loren Cameron probably does but who else. on the other hand we don't entertain a whole lot so the viewers of nude me would pretty much be me and sandy.
I didn't get to finishing the owl pellets today. grading papers and writing the next assignment and considering things to do on monday after we struggle with Lacan for an hour and a half took most of the day and then I did a little construction of the nude metal thing and ate dinner and that was that here we are. I am thinking of going to bed early as the loud pop music got me right up at 6:30 this morning and I am a little sleepy now. I know it is saturday night but that has become fairly meaningless to me in my old age.
I have nothing left to say.