Linnea Strid

 

 

I don’t know that I would have the patience to do hyper-real paintings. After half an hour, I think I’d go, screw it, and get the photo blown up. In the absence of strong interpretive elements, the attraction of the hyper-real style becomes reduced to an admiration of an endurance feat. Oh, well, they’re still cool to look at. Sort of like fireworks.

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