These light switch covers need to go on the list immediately. Gosh, I'd be positively giddy if they had a cute paint job...
In the studio: here's some snippets of a painting I'm currently working on. Its large and I've almost completely obliterated it at least a thousand times in my mind. But instead, today, I worked on it with actual paint and actual paint brushes. Then I got real involved and started fingerpainting and that's when the time and silence got me and it was bliss.
Playing with paint led to covering up areas I didn't love, making it pretty, emphasizing areas I liked, adding some mystery and some cohesiveness and some details.
Its such a large piece and I'm discovering that can be tricky.
So I just kept on playing with paints. I think I can I think I can I think I can.
I put it, dripping and wet, right in the middle of the studio floor where the late-afternoon fall sun could shine directly on it and then- once it got dark- the moon and the stars could take over and work their magic through the big big windows all night long.
Back in college I used to do the same thing but in a different way, I would put the textbook under my pillow the night before the exam so that all the knowledge could seep into my mind.
This was going on when I got home. Eevee can't stop touching Thumper, she adores him. Poor Thumper, a guy can't even get a nap in this place.
The anticipation of going back into the studio to play with that big painting some more is a good feeling. I had been been trying to ignore it but it kept stabbing me in the side with a butter knife. It felt good to have at it. Like I said, its big (which translates into "you'd better love it because there's a lot of acreage"). I've been feeling that pressure.
The only answer to this madness is to transform it until I love every single square inch of it. That is the only way.
Which means, I need to keep my head on straight. Which means, I need to play with the kitten. A lot.
Hey, whatever works.
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