Did ya ever have a day that all you wanted to do was your art? I mean the kinda day that was nice and you had a long list of things you needed to get done. But you just couldn't pull your self away even though you knew, you knew, that those other things had to get done. Well that was my day. Here's what I did instead. That list, well still waiting.
I am almost finished with the elephant, it's changed quite a bit. I have some misgivings about it, hard for me to say because everything looks bad to me right now. Hummmm I guess I'll just have to go with it, and hope that I can use my own good sense. I haven't put the final sealer on anything yet just because of my wishywashyness.
Okay the weather is pretty amazing today not to mention br-r-r cold. Fog is always leaves a mysterious feeling and the kind of weather to hunker down, stay warm, and do something gratifying. Perfect working weather, however I have to run errands so alas this day will be wasted. Started another painting and I am having second thoughts already, better now than later I guess......What is going on with me???
off the deck
up the back with the ladder to the mountain behind
Geez this has been the worst month, I'm all over the place. Scrubbed off the last painting and started over. Painted most the day, again. This time I'm feeling more like Van Gogh, that might not be such a good thing, but painting is better so I'll go with it. I think I will call this "starry night", whoops.......wait...... I think that title has been taken.
Started a new painting of the fox and the rabbit. This is a slightly different take on the subject. I have struggled quite a bit with this one I scrubbed the paint off several times this is fighting me every inch.
Drummer. This weekend was my birthday and I got what I asked for, pepper spray and a knife. Those items were taken from me at security at the airport last week, duh, I totally forgot about them. Well I had left the wrapped birthday item on the counter so I could cut open the plastic container, but the game was on so I thought I would get to it at half time. During the Bronco game I heard the dog rummaging in the kitchen. Dashing upstairs I noticed the spray gone and ran outside. He had completely taken the spray out of the container and had taken the outside case off AND the spray button was on in spray mode. I think he must have a guardian angel because he had not yet sprayed himself and although the container had tooth marks in it, thankfully it wasn't punctured.
Yesterday I let the dogs out of their pen when I got home and I noticed Drummer tugging like his collar was hooked on the fence. So I grabbed him so I could see what was caught and to my horror he had hooked his lip on a piece of the fence which was shaped like a perfect hook, it went from the inside of his mouth to the outside.
the stretched fencing now hooked on the fence was the piece that he was hooked on. I was shaped like the piece directly below it
I had to hold him because he was pulling and I was afraid that he would rip his jowl open, after struggling a fair amount of time I finally managed to bend the wire enough to slide his lip off of the fencing. Ouch, still makes me shiver to think about it.
I am working on a large photo album which I'm altering. This book is a challenge because the pages are not the same, some are ovals, some are short rectangles, and still others are tall rectangles, some have four on a page while others have just one. I am nearly done having just two more sections to do.