December 1st, AM
I'm sitting here drinking coffee after lunch. I'm drinking it slowly--delaying going to the studio. No painting went on this morning; I got too busy working my day job. Also made an appointment for Honey and me to get shingle shots. We're told the shots aren't covered by insurance and are quite costly, but we're going to go for them anyway. We don't need any more health crises than we've already had. They'll be our gift to one another for Hanukkah. I have gotten more exciting gifts, but both of us having had horrible cases of the chicken pox as kids,and could use the protection at our age from a disease I've seen to be horribly debilitating. My beautiful MIL had shingles and from there her life went down hill. She recovered eventually, but was never the same person--beautiful, charming, loving and very feisty.(Shingle shots are available to people sixty and over. Being sixty plus, we're doing it).
My coffee is cold. I'm off to take care of those mice....
December 1st, PM
Patience is a virtue I'm definitely lacking. Lucky thing, I have a secretarial chair I use when painting up close and personal that rolls around when it becomes too much. I did a lot of rolling around. I haven't started in with the glazes yet. --First flat, then that. Had I been able to tolerate the obnoxious fumes from oil paints and their solvents, this painting would be a hell of a lot easier.
But: sitting eight feet away on my chair, I'm not minding the flat cartoon effect. Something different is going on here. Tight control has replaced loose abandon.
The blue faces are the effect of the fluorescent lighting in the display case. I like the color play.