Today’s post is for Halloween. I couldn’t imagine anything else from my initial brush strokes.
I don’t remember ever drawing like this, but as I am reading Psychoanalytic Explorations in Art by Ernst Kris, I suppose my memories have been repressed by some ego, id, or sublimation process (whatever that means). I must have another go at this astringent, though densely-packed tome, to figure out what it means. Maybe it will yield some insight into artistic creativity.
In the mean time here is Cheshire Cat.