- Mon May 03, 2010 8:33 pm
It was tough not to work on the painting this weekend...like anything, you get in a groove and things begin to happen without thinking all the time... that's when the best work happens.
Anyway, I had two columns due, and there was just no way around it... NO PAINTING!
This morning I rushed up to the studio, got my palette primed, the linseed oil mixed, picked up a brush... and felt completely lost. It was as if we were strangers, me and Spot.
I struggled with my palette; the colors that seemed to mix themselves a few days ago were a puzzle... the passages that I had unlocked the mysteries for solving were now another riddle. Shit... I guess that happens when you walk away from anything or person... it takes some time to get back in sync.
By the afternoon we were cooking again, and by dinner, Spot had his face.
I always save the most difficult of any passage for last, and for me... that's the mouth of a fish. Don't ask me why, but I always struggle with the mouth. It took me a while, but I finally got it to a place that I'm happy with.
"Why in the fuck did I miss this place? It's like missing a raging case of the clap."
"Make it matter, fuckos." jhnnythndr
" Herre jävlar vilka fiskar!!" P-A
"I'm no saint though, nor a judge. Rock that shit good and hard, and on your way out, wipe your dick on the curtains." - Kyner