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Don't ask if I went running this morning. I don't want to tell you. OK, fine I'll tell you. My alarm went off at six as usual, and I slept in until 9:47. It ruled. That's the last I'll say on that subject for now. I'll try again tomorrow. Maybe.
One thing I did do today was paint. All day. I am almost completely done with my new painting--the one I started yesterday. I'm pretty amazed at how quickly it came together, even if the painting is fairly uncomplicated and simple. Here is a preview of it, and please keep in mind that it is still unfinished.
Someone asked me the other day what the deal is with the butterflies and birds that I've been painting lately. Honestly, the concept is a lot different for butterflies than birds but I'll try to explain.
To fully understand my paintings, you have to realize the deep-seated love I have for life on earth that is non-human. Humans are okay, but animals, plants, and especially trees are truly superior. This sentiment within me regarding animals has totally intensified since I acquired a dog. I have an Australian Cattle Dog, Bonsai. Hes sits, lays down, follows me from room to room, talks to me in his strange dog voice and when I'm not paying attention to him, he talks to the bust of David in my studio.
I've started anthropomorphizing my dog so often that it has become habit to assume that his emotional intelligence and awareness is on par with my own. It is strange to have this perspective and now, you think I'm crazy, that I need to get out more. Duh. I haven't even gotten to the weird part yet.
The weird part is that I've started anthropomorphizing all animals. Fish, birds, cats, caterpillars, worms. Whenever I see animals interacting in nature I always give them unique (although possibly imaginary) personalities. So the birds paintings that I create are an expression of that. There's "Chatty Cathy"....
...where two bitchy birds are totally talking smack on a third, who is pissed. If I were one of these birds, I would be the one who is talking shit, but I would have my back to the bird who I was slandering. Then that bird would tap me on the shoulder and would be be like, "Uhhh..."
That always happens to me. It's uncanny.
The picture posted on the top of my blog is a self portrait of me yelling at my boyfriend in the morning, before I have my dose of caffeine.
The butterflies are a completely different story. I know that I've only done 3 paintings with them so far, but the butterflies actually represent these spiritual visitors. The first of the series was this one :
With this little girl, I wanted to capture purity, joy, and innocence. The light coming through slats in the blinds and falling on her countenance mirrors the butterfly itself. The play of light on her skin and the play of the butterfly on her nose represent the allowance and enjoyment of divinity into one's life. I'm not too articulate about this specific concept, so bear with me. The butterflies in the painting with the boy represent the dream state, as well as the connectedness that we have with nature and the world when we fall into sleep and experience different levels of conciousness. The third painting, which I am finishing tomorrow, represents the shell that we create for ourselves when we fall victim to the drama of every day life. The thing that will cheer us is right in front of us, and out in the world, but as we grow older it is easier to ignore and forget about these simple solutions.
Sorry to get all deep on you.
I know I promised a list of dissidents, but I'm tired. And apparently I have to work on music now, as Tom the Tyrant is beckoning me to the "recording studio" and according to my model for maximum happiness and productivity, I have to be up in five and a half hours.
One thing I did do today was paint. All day. I am almost completely done with my new painting--the one I started yesterday. I'm pretty amazed at how quickly it came together, even if the painting is fairly uncomplicated and simple. Here is a preview of it, and please keep in mind that it is still unfinished.
Someone asked me the other day what the deal is with the butterflies and birds that I've been painting lately. Honestly, the concept is a lot different for butterflies than birds but I'll try to explain.
To fully understand my paintings, you have to realize the deep-seated love I have for life on earth that is non-human. Humans are okay, but animals, plants, and especially trees are truly superior. This sentiment within me regarding animals has totally intensified since I acquired a dog. I have an Australian Cattle Dog, Bonsai. Hes sits, lays down, follows me from room to room, talks to me in his strange dog voice and when I'm not paying attention to him, he talks to the bust of David in my studio.
I've started anthropomorphizing my dog so often that it has become habit to assume that his emotional intelligence and awareness is on par with my own. It is strange to have this perspective and now, you think I'm crazy, that I need to get out more. Duh. I haven't even gotten to the weird part yet.
The weird part is that I've started anthropomorphizing all animals. Fish, birds, cats, caterpillars, worms. Whenever I see animals interacting in nature I always give them unique (although possibly imaginary) personalities. So the birds paintings that I create are an expression of that. There's "Chatty Cathy"....
...where two bitchy birds are totally talking smack on a third, who is pissed. If I were one of these birds, I would be the one who is talking shit, but I would have my back to the bird who I was slandering. Then that bird would tap me on the shoulder and would be be like, "Uhhh..."
That always happens to me. It's uncanny.
The picture posted on the top of my blog is a self portrait of me yelling at my boyfriend in the morning, before I have my dose of caffeine.
The butterflies are a completely different story. I know that I've only done 3 paintings with them so far, but the butterflies actually represent these spiritual visitors. The first of the series was this one :
With this little girl, I wanted to capture purity, joy, and innocence. The light coming through slats in the blinds and falling on her countenance mirrors the butterfly itself. The play of light on her skin and the play of the butterfly on her nose represent the allowance and enjoyment of divinity into one's life. I'm not too articulate about this specific concept, so bear with me. The butterflies in the painting with the boy represent the dream state, as well as the connectedness that we have with nature and the world when we fall into sleep and experience different levels of conciousness. The third painting, which I am finishing tomorrow, represents the shell that we create for ourselves when we fall victim to the drama of every day life. The thing that will cheer us is right in front of us, and out in the world, but as we grow older it is easier to ignore and forget about these simple solutions.
Sorry to get all deep on you.
I know I promised a list of dissidents, but I'm tired. And apparently I have to work on music now, as Tom the Tyrant is beckoning me to the "recording studio" and according to my model for maximum happiness and productivity, I have to be up in five and a half hours.
