Bait and Switch
During our last chat, I was slap-dashing a loose close-up of Robert Plant in an attempt to regain my sanity after OCD-ing over architectural elements in a certain New Orleans street scene. I signed the piece today after declaring it officially DONE. So how did this painting go from fueling the flames of dysthymia* to inducing outbursts of childish mirth? My theory is the power of hemispheric bait and switch. Say WHAT, you say? Well, this is a gross oversimplification, but you