Heard on the news last night that there would be a phenomenal meteor shower between midnight and 5:00 a.m.
I set my internal alarm clock before I fell asleep. . . I wanted to see those meteors. Remember the song "Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day?" Probably Pat Boone from the '50s, but wouldn't swear to it. Or wishing upon a falling star? The word on the news was that one could possibly see hundreds of meteors in 15-minute intervals. I had my wishes all lined up. . . sell the house, sell the house, sell the house, survive another month, sell some art, sell some more art, you get the drift here. . .
I woke up at 2:45 and hauled a lawn chair out to the front drive and sat waiting for the show. Zip, zero, nada. . . not one meteor. Shortly after 3:00 a.m., I gave up and went back to bed. Not too disappointed, though, because sitting outside at 3:00 a.m. was extremely relaxing and pleasant, quiet except for some crickets.
These three pieces are 8 x 8", layers and layers of texture, all covered with black gesso to start from scratch. These were my "second paintings". . . receiving the leftover paint from various other projects and then kind of fine-tuned for details. They remind me of 3:00 a.m. on my driveway, except you might see some meteors in these paintings.