Yesterday was such a spaz. I was still not done with at least 4 pieces. I literally painted for 30 minutes at a time in-between Ruby's choir performance at Seattle Center at 11:00, dropping and picking her up from a birthday party 2:00-5:00 and dropping Wylie off at a basketball game at 4:00. I was a freak. I am a freak. I painted an entire piece in 30 minute increments while driving all over the city. Today I feel tired, a little hung over from the beers I gulped down, and very, very strange thinking about the people eating brunch with my art. I am seriously worried one might fall down on someones head.
"Alive" acrylic, pencil, collage Not quite finished with this yet actually, needs one more layer or two. 18"x24" (i think)
Alive
I live in a house full of petals and paint.
and there is a daily paper
grown over with green grass
and painted orchards with daddy-long-legs all around.
I drape pain in fabric and wash it out with titanium white.
I pencil over parts and spread it out on a large flat story board.
I keep sparkly objects in a bin.
I am strawberry flavored.
I am damp earth.
Coral pink is how I keep it.
