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Sunday, February 15, 2009
. . . finished another piece
but alas, this isn't it. I have finished another 36 x 36" canvas, only in the sense that if I screw around with it any more, I will screw it up. I'm not completely happy with it, but I worked on it a lot, with a lot of washes, different shades of the same color, then wiping most of the latest color off. . . it goes on the done pile for now. There is only the tiniest bit of red in this painting. A small rebellion on my part.
I don't know what this picture depicts, maybe an engine of some sort? But I know where I took the picture. My brother has an auto body shop in my home town, and last summer I was snooping around his back lot where a lot of good junk is hidden. I'll bet that he doesn't know something this cool is stashed back there.
On Friday, I found that I had made my first Etsy sale. I won't divulge how it almost turned into a complete disaster, because you will all think I have lost my mind, and maybe I have, I don't know? Everything worked out finally. Does everyone have certain periods of time when everything they touch turns directly into shit? I'm in the midst of one of those times now. I used to dread them when I worked. . . and the more I worried about my screw-ups, the more I made. Nothing could warn me of the onset of these times, and I could never identify how I got myself out of them. Just another good reason to set aside the painting until later.