Thursday, October 27, 2011
Yes, my pottery-class-reject Zac is definitely my grandson. Yes, I should be given a long time out (if anyone around here cared). But I don't. Today the spray bottle comes out and the painting goes flat on the floor where I can control the run-in and put some observation distance between me and it. Someone said a painting should pull the viewer across the room. The paintings that grab me from a distance are lively, exhilarating, not at all neat and the artist didn't paint them with her nose glued to the support that's for sure.
I messed around with my laundry again adding marker and pastels. This is the whole drawing minus a couple slashes of black I added to break up the light blue at the base after I photographed. (yes, my perfectionist isn't quite dead yet):
NOTE #1: I delivered my precise space plan to laundry room lady yesterday afternoon. She's consulting her mate. I was in a paint-free outfit--complete with waistband and matching shoes--for a couple of hours. They were pure agony. Picasso painted bare-chested in shorts; he's my kind of guy.
NOTE #2: My Thanksgiving/Christmas/Easter cactus has added another bloomin' holiday: Halloween! --Have a happy, safe weekend. Above all be careful carving those pumpkins; your hands are gold!