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Despite popular belief, the sunrise is actually visible from downtown Santa Ana. How do I know this, you ask? Well, I'll tell you my friend. I am privy to such information because today, at about six thirty am, I saw this very natural phenomenon.
Meaning, I was up. Early. Discovering that "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin is really the perfect song to run to. Yes, my toe is purple and swollen but I have serious determination! That, and I told Tom the night before that when the alarm goes off, if he really loves me, he will agitate me verbally (telling me that I am lazy and that I lack compunction) and physically (poking me relentlessly) until I get out of bed. Guess what? It worked.
So this morning, by 7:30, I was at my easel and ready to paint. And I really would have too, except I was in dire need of eggs and bacon. From a restaurant.
And a coffee. From Starbucks. So, by 10 o'clock I was painting and continued on until now, at 9:30. And I have gotten a really great start on my new painting. Except the girl in it is already starting to depress me. Really. She looks like she needs a hug. I have made a lot of progress on this painting, and I think I might be able to post pictures tomorrow.
On that note, I have no plans for any paintings after this one. My mind is a blank slate. I'm really interested in painting more people, and especially women and children. I'm thinking about starting a series of self portraits, which would actually be in itself a kind of performance art as well. I can only imagine how uncomfortable I would be at a show of 2 dozen self portraits. I would totally make an ass out of myself. I'm also interested in painting political dissisents, which I started a series of once in watercolor. The best one was Ted Kazinksy. Here he is :
UNFORTUNATELY, I was playing a gig at the Airliner in East LA and they generously offered me two crumbling walls spackled with black mold in a dark room to display my artwork on. Thanks, Airliner. While I was on stage, playing, some anarchist f*ckhead absconded with Ted. Thanks again, Airliner.
Alright, so down to the point, tomorrow I will be compiling a list of dissidents who I might want to do Gerhard Richter like portraits of. Small Paintings, all the same size, maybe 20 of them. Gerhard Richter, by the way, is my hero. He is what inspired me to do this blog. If I am half as prolific as him in lifetime, I will die happy.
Check out his work here.
So stay tuned for that.
Good night all!
Meaning, I was up. Early. Discovering that "Kashmir" by Led Zeppelin is really the perfect song to run to. Yes, my toe is purple and swollen but I have serious determination! That, and I told Tom the night before that when the alarm goes off, if he really loves me, he will agitate me verbally (telling me that I am lazy and that I lack compunction) and physically (poking me relentlessly) until I get out of bed. Guess what? It worked.
So this morning, by 7:30, I was at my easel and ready to paint. And I really would have too, except I was in dire need of eggs and bacon. From a restaurant.
And a coffee. From Starbucks. So, by 10 o'clock I was painting and continued on until now, at 9:30. And I have gotten a really great start on my new painting. Except the girl in it is already starting to depress me. Really. She looks like she needs a hug. I have made a lot of progress on this painting, and I think I might be able to post pictures tomorrow.
On that note, I have no plans for any paintings after this one. My mind is a blank slate. I'm really interested in painting more people, and especially women and children. I'm thinking about starting a series of self portraits, which would actually be in itself a kind of performance art as well. I can only imagine how uncomfortable I would be at a show of 2 dozen self portraits. I would totally make an ass out of myself. I'm also interested in painting political dissisents, which I started a series of once in watercolor. The best one was Ted Kazinksy. Here he is :
UNFORTUNATELY, I was playing a gig at the Airliner in East LA and they generously offered me two crumbling walls spackled with black mold in a dark room to display my artwork on. Thanks, Airliner. While I was on stage, playing, some anarchist f*ckhead absconded with Ted. Thanks again, Airliner.
Alright, so down to the point, tomorrow I will be compiling a list of dissidents who I might want to do Gerhard Richter like portraits of. Small Paintings, all the same size, maybe 20 of them. Gerhard Richter, by the way, is my hero. He is what inspired me to do this blog. If I am half as prolific as him in lifetime, I will die happy.
Check out his work here.
So stay tuned for that.
Good night all!
