Update. Two paintings down, countless numbers to go. This last one is ATROCIOUS! BUT! I refuse to apologize, I will get better and better until it hurts to looks at the unbelievable beauty of my papers. It sure was fun to paint though. There is no snow yet, normally I would call that a bloody stupid waste of some good cold but there is a giant windstorm going on. Once, out in the grass my paper was wrenched out of my grasp by a gust of wind and another time I watched a giant tree branch crack to the ground a few feet away. Now I am eating ice cream by the stove. If I die it will be of lung cancer, every time a gust blows by it sends a cloud of smoke shooting down the chimney and into this room.
After chatting with Em for a while a new plan of action suddenly struck me. It occurred to me that I was have been trying to make myself do kinds of visual art that made sense in the past but no longer. For instance when Emily was here we did a lot of portraits of each other, now there is no Emily so doing sketches of her would be rather silly.
I packed up the paint box I inherited from my Dad's family with media I inherited from my Mums family. I put on my Norway gloves (proven to survive even cold so cold it freezes lakes solid) and my giant blue marshmallow coat. I snarfed down some ice cream for energy (so virtuous!) and set out for the bay of Juniper Pearl. I arrived at dusk and challenged the light to a duel. I only just won, at the end of the painting I thought "Darn it! This is not nearly colorful enough!" However upon reaching home and electric lights I find it is almost shockingly colored.
I'm very glad I did this, the plan I have now officially set in motion is to make art that fits my current lifestyle. I love of all things going for a walk somewhere other than where I started and sitting myself down only when I have found the PERFECT spot. If I just remember to take my paint box with me I can do loads of landscape art.
I packed up the paint box I inherited from my Dad's family with media I inherited from my Mums family. I put on my Norway gloves (proven to survive even cold so cold it freezes lakes solid) and my giant blue marshmallow coat. I snarfed down some ice cream for energy (so virtuous!) and set out for the bay of Juniper Pearl. I arrived at dusk and challenged the light to a duel. I only just won, at the end of the painting I thought "Darn it! This is not nearly colorful enough!" However upon reaching home and electric lights I find it is almost shockingly colored.
I'm very glad I did this, the plan I have now officially set in motion is to make art that fits my current lifestyle. I love of all things going for a walk somewhere other than where I started and sitting myself down only when I have found the PERFECT spot. If I just remember to take my paint box with me I can do loads of landscape art.
Good times.
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There was a hail storm yesterday while Julie and I raked leaves for the garden. We had gone out because of the sun that was there two seconds before. It was beautiful work and I was wearing the most lovely blouse Julie custom made for me. It's loose raw white silk but has a fitted waistband just below my belly button, a square neck, and wide angel sleeves. When the hail got it wet it smelled like vanilla, who knew raw silk had a smell.
This morning when breakfast failed to appear magically from the heavens I made delicious buns which I promptly fed to Sam, who is our current carpenter. He had to leave early because his son, who you may remember from the picture "My charges" as the blurry one, threw up at school. Sadly that meant I could not send any buns to him for fear he would throw those up too. Today was BZ's birthday party but I didn't want to go so I stayed home alone and made up songs. I sang very loudly and throatily and accompanied myself on the piano, I love doing that.
This morning when breakfast failed to appear magically from the heavens I made delicious buns which I promptly fed to Sam, who is our current carpenter. He had to leave early because his son, who you may remember from the picture "My charges" as the blurry one, threw up at school. Sadly that meant I could not send any buns to him for fear he would throw those up too. Today was BZ's birthday party but I didn't want to go so I stayed home alone and made up songs. I sang very loudly and throatily and accompanied myself on the piano, I love doing that.
















