Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts

2.07.2013

Sink and Relationships


Inherently our most cherished relationships ultimately bring forth the most anguish.

5.24.2012

SHAMPOO



Shampoo
watercolor on Arches cold press paper
13.25 x 9.25 "

A Wayne Thiebaud inspired work from a Watercolors course with Jen Lambert.

I had such an agonizing introduction to watercolors (mostly problems with color intensity).  I wanted to do so well and yet I couldn't.  It was like having a word on the tip of the tongue, but not being able to say it - for days into weeks.  My restlessness would have been worse had I not been determined to be adroit in the medium done best by JMW Turner and Paul Cezanne.

It became my oil painting propaedeutic.

4.06.2012

CLOUDY AFTER A RAINY NIGHT


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I like the night sky after it's rained.  The sky has a pinky-orange undertone, I quite like.

You'd think an artist-writerish would describe colors better, but alas.  She does have a gag reflex.  And no, if you're asking if that feels good - it probably doesn't.    
It's an unexpected color underneath the mask of night.  It unsettles.  Disrupts.  I am one step closer to premature enlightenment.  

I try to recall why I've never seen this until I went to college and I realize it's because I've never seen the sky at 3 or 4 in the morning after it has rained.   

I let go of the good boy's tiny hand.  I'm leaving him and I don't care to see his reaction.  Where I'm going, he shouldn't come.  There are things here he shouldn't see.  It's unfortunate, but his mere presence is my imprimatura.

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