Sunday, November 7, 2010
Meet my first born son.
You almost didn't. Yesterday I think I had food poisoning from some whitefish I ate Friday night. Today, my stomach is not so noticeable as it was and is as it should be--just another body part.
This last week I've been thinking too much about the business of art to make art. And all that thinking depressed me--got me looking around for anything else to do but paint. I went shopping. I cooked. I read. I wrote my next post for Boring. I got all the horrible yellow stains out of my dish towels and pillow protectors. Finally. Major housekeeping accomplishment. But I didn't go to the studio once. Aside from finishing JR,(with the exception of adding the Honda), I dashed off a lot of things and made a birthday card. I did not paint. The why I paint-- for the joy of it or for the sale of it-- took the winds out of my sails and stopped me cold. I told you: Thinking too much is bad. Tomorrow I'm giving it up entirely and getting back to the joy of painting to rock and roll, (it fills my soul).
Speaking of songs from the 70's, I spent all morning on line looking for the piano sheet music for "I gotta Brand New Pair of Roller Skates." (It's really called "Brand New Key" sung by someone named Melissa--Janice Joplin did it first. The song is in on a current commercial (for I don't remember what) and playing in my head. I think it would go great in a medly with "Yellow Polka Dot Bikini," the other song that makes me laugh. Then I thought I would download the video for this post and ended up downloading Amazon's MP3 program, which I think I already have, and buying some album for eighty nine cents I've never heard of. TGIS, the first day of the new week. I really need to turn a new leaf.