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| Holding Back the Drought? Speech of the Era? Encore? |
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| Descent? Hydrus Watercolors on Aquaboard, 12x12 |
I played with these watercolors--dripping, scrubbing, painting over, spraying with water, etc., until I had an underwater scene.
I can't pinpoint the source for the remainder of this painting: I watched a Lakefest Idol contest at our local Fine Arts Center (my old elementary school), I was mesmorized by President Clinton's speech at the Democratic Convention, and my brother has a wonderful 4' tall wide-armed blue man sculpture whose eyes watch everything. All of the above. When I walked out of my studio a few minutes ago, I saw long hair instead of shadow in this and glimpsed Mona Lisa--made me laugh.
I've been AWOL from painting and blogging, and was gambling in Atlantic City last week (once every five years can't be considered a habit). I picked my lucky machine at Trump's Taj Mahal and sat down to either spend my money or win a $500,000 progressive jackpot. I was winning when a stage nearby opened their show. LOUD music--I tried sticking my finger in my left ear and playing max with my right hand. After an hour of deafening music and machines, I cashed out (at a profit) and went up to my room, read Vanity Fair on my iPad. I overslept the following morning so no time for gambling--I brought most of my money back home; I guess that's a win. I saw the Atlantic, the Boardwalk, and lots of Jonathan Livingston Seagulls. During the 800-mile roundtrip, I saw Richmond, D.C., Baltimore, Philadelphia, Annapolis, and Amish country in southern Maryland. My studio is now looking very inviting.
I can't pinpoint the source for the remainder of this painting: I watched a Lakefest Idol contest at our local Fine Arts Center (my old elementary school), I was mesmorized by President Clinton's speech at the Democratic Convention, and my brother has a wonderful 4' tall wide-armed blue man sculpture whose eyes watch everything. All of the above. When I walked out of my studio a few minutes ago, I saw long hair instead of shadow in this and glimpsed Mona Lisa--made me laugh.
I've been AWOL from painting and blogging, and was gambling in Atlantic City last week (once every five years can't be considered a habit). I picked my lucky machine at Trump's Taj Mahal and sat down to either spend my money or win a $500,000 progressive jackpot. I was winning when a stage nearby opened their show. LOUD music--I tried sticking my finger in my left ear and playing max with my right hand. After an hour of deafening music and machines, I cashed out (at a profit) and went up to my room, read Vanity Fair on my iPad. I overslept the following morning so no time for gambling--I brought most of my money back home; I guess that's a win. I saw the Atlantic, the Boardwalk, and lots of Jonathan Livingston Seagulls. During the 800-mile roundtrip, I saw Richmond, D.C., Baltimore, Philadelphia, Annapolis, and Amish country in southern Maryland. My studio is now looking very inviting.
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