|Biker Me, oil practice sketch|
While this isn't a "relief" painting, it was definitely a relief to get down to the studio to fool around with the oils.
After spending some time on the phone trying to clarify what I have to do to get my knee fixed September 10th, I was fit to be tied. One hand didn't know what the other was doing. It seems I need a "pre-op check-up" from my internist with blood taken blah, blah, but the little gal in the orthopedic doc's office in charge of "surgical sceduling," has no idea of how to explain the workings of such a procedure. Most annoying--enough annoying that I'm thinking of living out my life with the knee God gave me and upon which life wrecked havoc--was getting any one doc's office to explain the actual pre-op procedure. Still outstanding is this mystical pacquet I was supposed to get (4 weeks ago) to tell me how to exercise (and strengthen) that knee these weeks before surgery. Seems important to me.
By the time I finishled the back and forth phone calls and lunch, I was wishing it was cocktail hour. But instead of nipping, I headed down to the studio, turned on Beethoven's Pathetique on my iPod and picked up a brush. It was a good move. I lost myself in the music and the painting. The painting still needs work. The music told me my progress on the piano with Pathetique was going along just fine. As for my pre-op responsibilities, I tried. No more time will be spent on that project, UNLESS it's to call the whole thing off!