A droopy eyebird, a gold lamé doughnut explosion in space, and a super sheen comet.
Ballpoint pen, markers, gesso, metallic gold paint pen, old wooden thread spool label.
Up in the attic I have a big sparkly round gold lamé tablecloth with a single cigarette burn in it, given to me 25 years ago by my cousin Chris back when he was working for a party rental company. I’ve been hanging onto it all this time waiting for the perfect project. Throwing it on as a cape and going as Rick Wakeman for Hallowe’en has always been high on my mental list of options, but my hair is all wrong and also, I can’t play piano.