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As some of you may already know, I listen to audiobooks while I'm painting. I also listen to music, but I go through phases, and when I get tired of one, I switch to the other. I always have to listen to something, because otherwise I'll be distracted by my dog and my boyfriend who will talk at me regardless of whether I'm actually listening or not. Right now, I'm listening to "Gone With the Wind" and enjoying every saucy moment of it. For the 
record, it's 48 hours long, which I think even outdoes Dostoevsky. The only problem that I encounter with audiobooks, or any book for that matter, is that I get really involved with the characters. I'll pick up the accent of the narrators and start not only speaking, but thinking with, for example, a Southern Georgia twang. I'll think I need to bring back an antiquated saying like "Oh, she's fast!" or "God's Nightgown!" when in reality, it's not cool at all, it's weird, and people look at you funny when you use 19th century slang.
I'm not sure if it was the article I read about Buffalo Bill in a 1974 National Geographic, or reading Gone with the Wind that inspired my ridiculous dream last night, but I highly suspect the latter.
All I remember was that in my dream, I was helping a Confederate blockade runner named "Randy Gunslinger", riding on the back of his horse with him around some old ship yards in the South. He looked more like a cowboy, so I don't know what was really going on. I wanted to see if "Randy Gunslinger" actually ever existed, so I typed the name into google image search and this is what it turned up first:
The resemblance is actually pretty striking.
Anyway, I spent the day painting, photocopying, making pink cupcakes, and then assembling a collage. As I promised, here are the first collages that I made, which I may be using as references for larger pieces. I think that about of every 10 collages I make, maybe one or two will make the final cut for *awesomeness*.
My favorite is the first that I've shown here. I've always wanted to paint women in burkas in sexual and provocative ways, but I've always stopped myself (which is probably a good thing). In case you cannot tell from the picture, I've depicted a woman in full burka with a birdcage on head, in which two lovely little song birds perch, imprisoned. Behind the woman, one can see a ramshackle structures, one of which has been devastated by some kind of explosion. Behind the buildings, a huge flock of birds are flying free. I'm basically juxtaposing the imprisonment of the woman and the birds in the cage with the relative freedom of the outside world. To me it might make it into the *awesome* category.
The Ethiopian kid holding the goat just struck me and I had to stick him in a pile of wreckage. I have this thing with skinny african kids. I'm fascinated by their bone structure, the tightness of their skin, the size of their heads. Before you call me a freak, realize that you probably are drawn to them too, which is why whenever someone posts a picture of one anywhere, people start throwing money at them. Except my starving african child twitter project, which you can see here. People only threw insults at me for that little smidgen of genius, and wrote angry articles in the newspaper. That was the ONLY press I've EVER gotten for my art, but it's better than nothing.
I also worked on painting number 8 today and I hope to finish it by tomorrow. Its the one that I started in January.
record, it's 48 hours long, which I think even outdoes Dostoevsky. The only problem that I encounter with audiobooks, or any book for that matter, is that I get really involved with the characters. I'll pick up the accent of the narrators and start not only speaking, but thinking with, for example, a Southern Georgia twang. I'll think I need to bring back an antiquated saying like "Oh, she's fast!" or "God's Nightgown!" when in reality, it's not cool at all, it's weird, and people look at you funny when you use 19th century slang. I'm not sure if it was the article I read about Buffalo Bill in a 1974 National Geographic, or reading Gone with the Wind that inspired my ridiculous dream last night, but I highly suspect the latter.
All I remember was that in my dream, I was helping a Confederate blockade runner named "Randy Gunslinger", riding on the back of his horse with him around some old ship yards in the South. He looked more like a cowboy, so I don't know what was really going on. I wanted to see if "Randy Gunslinger" actually ever existed, so I typed the name into google image search and this is what it turned up first:
The resemblance is actually pretty striking.
Anyway, I spent the day painting, photocopying, making pink cupcakes, and then assembling a collage. As I promised, here are the first collages that I made, which I may be using as references for larger pieces. I think that about of every 10 collages I make, maybe one or two will make the final cut for *awesomeness*.
My favorite is the first that I've shown here. I've always wanted to paint women in burkas in sexual and provocative ways, but I've always stopped myself (which is probably a good thing). In case you cannot tell from the picture, I've depicted a woman in full burka with a birdcage on head, in which two lovely little song birds perch, imprisoned. Behind the woman, one can see a ramshackle structures, one of which has been devastated by some kind of explosion. Behind the buildings, a huge flock of birds are flying free. I'm basically juxtaposing the imprisonment of the woman and the birds in the cage with the relative freedom of the outside world. To me it might make it into the *awesome* category.
The Ethiopian kid holding the goat just struck me and I had to stick him in a pile of wreckage. I have this thing with skinny african kids. I'm fascinated by their bone structure, the tightness of their skin, the size of their heads. Before you call me a freak, realize that you probably are drawn to them too, which is why whenever someone posts a picture of one anywhere, people start throwing money at them. Except my starving african child twitter project, which you can see here. People only threw insults at me for that little smidgen of genius, and wrote angry articles in the newspaper. That was the ONLY press I've EVER gotten for my art, but it's better than nothing.
I also worked on painting number 8 today and I hope to finish it by tomorrow. Its the one that I started in January.
