|Pinky, 8 x 10", oils|
I was jolted out of bed this morning by four screaming smoke detectors.
At first I thought Ellis bought the most horrible alarm clock ever! I rolled over and starting slamming the off button, then it hit me that the screeching was coming from the smoke alarms. I jumped out bed yelling for Ellis. The two of us ran around the house looking for fire. We found no smoke, no smoldering, no nothing. The raucous blast continued. It was relentless--even after Ellis turned off the electrical power. I stuck my fingers in my ears. He called his electrician. He didn't answer. He called his rough carpenter. He didn't answer. And the alarms kept screaming, pumping up our heart rates. They didn't quit till each unit was down and all the batteries had been removed. The ringing hasn't quit in my ears yet. WTF! -- GOOD MORNING AMERICA!
|JD study with closed mouth grin, 8 x 10, pencil.|
I am getting ready to give him a
three quarter body go on canvas.
Two heads up today. Pinky, a cute kid I saw while lunching at California Pizza Kitchens a while back and a JD pencil study, in case next week, I'm busy icing
after my first post op physical therapy session on Monday.--then Wednesday--then Friday--and
After a few more tweeks to Pinky today, I'm hunting for a couple of reference photographs I can combine for a double portrait of my oldest and middle sons to use for a pencil drawing on the couch over the weekend. Drawing makes sessions with the neuromuscular stimulator
(a nifty little apparatus for strengthening the knee muscles and managing
pain) fly by. I did JD this last week sitting there with the electrodes inaudibly pummeling my muscles stronger for tomorrow's assault. It's these kind of occasions that make me thrilled I have this gift. Art does lift you up and away to a better place. I am blessed.
NOTE: After one spends days reorganizing and cleaning one's studio, one feels a bit inhibited when they resume painting. Spills and smears are immediately noticed and not appreciated. Consequently, cleaning and reorganizing must be done as little as possible in the artistic life. It's anti-art.