FOUL FOWL

Recently, I've been into the idea of wall-panel sets. I just did five phases of the moon by making flat moons out of clay, painting them with watercolors, filling in the details with silver leaf, and affixing them to five blue-stained wood panels. I was happy with results.

Next, I planned to do a similar set of the evolution of man. You know, those silhouettes of the ape/biped ape/caveman/taller caveman/modern man. I wasn't as pleased with the baked men as I had been with the moons, so I was toying with different paints. I propped them up on a scrap wood panel and spray painted them yellow. I left them outside to dry. While I was inside, some avian fool decided to relieve himself upon my clay men.

A bird shat on my stuff.

It was not the least frustrating moment in my painting-stuff history.

What did I do? I simply moved the poor ape slightly away from the crime scene and proceeded to add another coat of yellow. Now, I have an artificially fossilized bird feces on my handy scrap wood - along with the hideously colored, blurry outline of evolution. Someone might call it art.