Oh man, I love spiky spidery things..... but not touching them. This totally reminds me of a dream I had where I had to walk home through a forest, but the forest was infested with things like what's on her head. Any time I'd walk under a tree they'd fall down on me. So, I decided to run, because I had nowhere else to go. I managed to get home and I went to go have a glass of water because I was tired of running. I noticed something was moving in my mouth, and it was golf ball sized baby spiders.... and they had the same texture as cartilage. I woke up after that.
Anyways, thanks for reminding me of a horrible dream!
I don't mind having to compete with painters that are far superior to me, but when I have to compete with their frames TOO, that kind of pisses me off. Why do people have to be good at EVERYTHIMG nowadays. BTW, Great work as usual.