While waiting for the other one to dry enough so that I could finish it, I think I almost accidentally finished this one. Now I'm on my last tube of white, scraping the dregs of the wax medium, ditto the gesso can, almost out of yellow ochre, alizarin crimson, burnt sienna, cadmium yellow medium, cadmium red dark, payne's gray--all the expensive colors, in fact.
Now is the time when the hordes of adoring slaves who work for free descend upon me, wash my brushes, feed the cat, go to the grocery store, pay the bills, go to Pearl and pick up the paint, stretch the new canvases, cook my dinner, and give me a massage.
Okay? Slaves?
Maybe those fumes are affecting me worse than I realized...
12 comments:
wow....what a turnaround from start to finish. Lot of presence.
I'd like to come over and look soon if that works for you.
Wow! Great 3D effect that really leaped out at me.
I really like this. You seem to have hit a groove. Keep those paint fumes coming.
I can't see the larger version because Google is broken just now. But the small version looks incredible.
Yes, I soberly consider that this is probably the best painting I've ever done. Which means that the rest of them will be even better. Thanks for confirming my assessment!
I see a silver-rimmed modernistic glass punch bowl on a small greyish round stand at the bottom of a sand dune, on top of which is dry and dead grass.
Behind is a odd-colored mist rising from something not natural.
But I do have one bad eye.
Gee, Bobert, sounds like you got lost on your way to the Woodring Monitor.
Nah Chris...
You can find that sort of stuff in any two-dollar comic book.
At least PL's oil has substance and can be intrepreted many ways... as I demonstrated.
Perhaps I should have gone into a long-winded disertation about how the oil exposed the frailties of the human psyche and was masterful in it's expose' of the weaknessness of the flesh, etc., etc.
Would you have been happier?
Methinks I actually emitted a little gasp! What have you been putting your tea milladi? Whatever philtre it may be, you should bottle it and you'd be the toast (pun intended) of the New York limners.
I salute you!
-Silas Dogood
I wouldn't necessarily have been happier, Bob-O, but I would've been less confused. It's just when I read that sort of stream-of-consciousness stringing together of words, it reminds me of Jim Woodring's text, which not only rarely has anything to do with his illustrations, it rarely has anything to do with this universe.
My comparison wasn't intended as an insult at all. Just a mild joke for inspiring, at best, a chuckle.
But then Jim Woodring's illustrations have little to do with this universe, so it's all good.
Delightful (and delightfuly bizarre) stuff he has there, btw.
Oh oh oh oh oh !!!...
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