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September 23, 2007
strange day
Today I was seized by the strangest most irresistible urge. I'm not even sure how it happened. Here is what I know for sure-
there was this very bad painting sitting around my house for the longest time being a nuisance. I was thinking of a linocut-
Which was intended for entertainment purposes only, and plus I was hoping it might kick my ass into gear to work on Duchamp! the zine, because I still haven't done the Big Dog Memorial Issue- which has been on my mind a lot lately (the Big Dog, because a.) his birthday was Oct. 8th and b.) the anniversary of his passing is in November and I am really scared I am going to become overwhelmed by it, as fall always makes me sad anyway. Honestly, I am afraid I am going to become paralyzed from sadness. Maybe it has to happen. Still.) and then I liked the drawing so much I picked up the ugly painting and drew it on there-
And then I liked that too. (And then I had this sudden desire to paint! So weird! Where did it come from??) Kind of blue like Krishna, maybe, of the bears (that look like Marcel and also like someone else) kind of in a blissful state of levitation. Somehow a title popped into my head and it was For John- Flying Under Radar- (don't know where that came from but it seemed fitting) We'll Be Fearless Then.
Ok, well, I'm an artist for gosh sakes, I'll make up cryptic titles when I feel like it.
Anyway, a bunch of my painting stuff is still living elsewhere- but I dug around in my closet and came up with some very old acrylics- they belonged to my father who passed away over 15 years ago and remarkably are still good (can it be a sign? Paints from the beyond. Thanks Dad.) a box with a few gouches and some watercolors, and this thing-
a tiny watercolor box I used to use when I was in school. It was portable, for taking to the zoo to paint pictures of the animals. (Who, btw, just fyi, never hold still, or else they hide. Especially the birds, especially the spoonbills but also the penguins! Painting at the zoo is not for the meek. Luckily I'm not meek. Its true!!!) It came with this James Bond stealth watercolor brush which somehow I never managed to destroy- and I am the destroyer of brushes-
That's it open, along with the painting, which is still in progress and looks different already, as I have to paint things, then ruin them, then paint them again several times over. That is the process. Its crucial.
Don't be scared, I'm a professional, I have a BFA.
In any event, from the looks of the watercolor box it would seem that I have done a lot of watercolors but the truth is I haven't.
I am a bad artist.
Don't listen to me as I am feeling rather discouraged about art at the moment, (and anyway isn't this is supposed to be about knitting?) but I will get over it.
Go see Michael's blog, as he is doing something happy, even though I probbly shouldn't say it because he hates me.
Oh, and plus, sincerest condolences go out to John P., whose cat, Maisie Kukoc, passed away in August. She appeared often in his work, and was a beloved companion who will be dearly missed.
Posted by pippypippy at September 23, 2007 06:49 PM
Comments
Its good to see you're doing more than just stitching by numbers!
that wasnt the snake painting was it?
Posted by: nobody really at September 23, 2007 10:05 PM
That's beautiful! I like seeing the development of the painting. Will we see its further development?
Posted by: rob helpy-chalk at September 24, 2007 10:03 AM