Shot off to Oxford yesterday afternoon, for a night of drum and bass madness - which meant cutting my painting class early (playing hooky already, tut tut). This is the fruit of my three and a half hour labour: the resplendent Mr Crabs. Apparently he'd been sitting pretty in the Heatherleys freezer for a week, stinking out the joint. The studio did get pretty pongy, but it was worth it - such amazing colours/planes to its shell.
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