This weekend has been about being in the pad and enjoying. I stayed in last night and I stayed in tonight. After receiving an email from my Aunt about a painting that had her stumped, I decided to attack the blank canvas that has been sitting in the dining room for a few weeks now. I did this other painting of Chops and myself, and it left me with a disheartened feeling...it just never took off like I had hoped.
Tonight I set up my little painting nook. It felt good to hunker down. I put the dog beds in there, and the soldiers filed in. It felt damn good. I got my little water cups, I put on my smock, which happens to be Brant Jameson's grandfather's old work shirt; it is an old faded blue polyester fandango, and it is better than a rag to wipe my mixing palette knife with.
In any event, I had this great picture of my friend Katy from the other night in Roma. She, was very excited about a pack of sugar covered gummies,
and well it is the type of thing that lends itself to a weird picture. I am almost done. I am taking a break to blog this, let things dry, and then come back in with a marker and little more paint. While painting, I caught site of my shadow, and I painted the silhouette from my periphery...I think I like caricatures of myself--don't we all?
Randomness ...
ReplyDeleteWhen I did a deep-web search of myself (only slightly narcissitic) information regarding my grandfather's shirt pops up here. Glad to see you're putting it to use.