36 x 36 Fuh-Klumpt
acrylic, ink, pastel, graphite on canvas
I don’t know about you, but I love this word fuh-klumpt. I have no idea how to spell it, that looks good to me. It let’s you know that there is something off, in a funny way. That something isn’t right that things are unbalanced or scattered. That normal is not any way near. Your day can be fuh-klumpt, your hair, the weather, it’s just a word you have to use. Say it slow, it has a definite feel to it. I love this word.
*this painting is an ode to one of my favorite artists