Thursday, November 6, 2008

thursday and i opted out of a cafe au lait for a yerba matte

haven't really pulled the yerba matte card since late college.
so i thought today i would mix it up.
been painting more lately, that is all i really want to do and want to do now...but other things have been getting in the way; website prep, documentation, communication, resumes (looking for a part time job to start in jan), organization, hydration...to name a few.
ah but what about painting?...i can get a few hours in today at the cost of updating my website.
oh but tomorrow is tomorrow.

i donated my painting "long distance love" to Big Deal a visual aid event this saturday which supports artists with life threatening diseases. since i am volunteering i get to go to the event for free which should be cool.

i had an awesome lucid dream last night, which marks something:
****this may be borderline-too-racey for some people but it is reality and to deny this as an aspect of yourselves and/or me is too eliminate significant parts of who we are**** (in fact it may just make some of you jealous that you don't have the control or free flowing relationship with your subconscious that i tend to have...to which i say you actually do have it but you must cultivate it)
so i woke up and heard some pounding waves at my bedroom window, sat up in bed pulled back the curtain and saw a raging river down the hill, beautiful, powerful, engulfing trees and bushes...people who had some deeper significance (they were familiar and comfortable in the dream though i have no idea in waking reality who they are), a husband and wife and two adult sons. they were packing up the car on the street outside my window. flooding river water was up to their chests, i overheard them talking about whether they should alert me of the flood or not...water rushed up to my window, i put my hand on the window and it felt cold and refreshing. this is when i realized i was dreaming and rejoiced cause then i could do whatever i wanted, which was to get it on. i said aloud as i was pulling open my window "perfect, i am dreaming and still asleep"...i walked straight up to one of the sons...who was hot, no one i know (sorry guys) and i took him down to the water's edge, de-clothing him and me of our soaking wet clothing as we walked and we did it on this great soft wood bench with green all around...incidentally while we were doing getting it on, i remember looking at the guy and he was so clear and beautiful like the river...but he had toothpaste smeared just above his mouth which i sort of laughed about and he smiled about it too when i touched it (guess that is my unceasing sense of humor which never ends)...

so i feel good today, nothing like getting a little subconscious action to invigorate the creative soul...

Sunday, November 2, 2008

weekend of painting

so i have had the luxury of painting and collaging for paintings this weekend which
is wonderful. here is one of the pieces in process...i think i recently showed this one in its collage state

so i was making nice progress til a few hours ago when one of my wood box framed pieces fell of the shelf onto my head...this has happened with canvas pieces before and it startles and upsets me...
wood is not canvas...more massive, more dense, less elastic.

it hurt, i cried, i have a big bump.
i was frustrated, i took the piece that did the damage and painted a statement regarding the experience in black.
then i left my studio in search of ice with a bag that used to hold pistachios.
the first two places i went were closed...local bars do not open til after 3.
then i went to the fire station which was all closed up...i walked around the back, a door was open.
i went in and right there was an ice machine...so i took some and left. i iced my head for 20 minutes while laying on the floor of my studio, see documentation...


the bump is big and it hurts. i probably said that already but it does.
i ate some pistachios, wasabi peas and dried cranberries.
and now i am gonna go back to painting before my friends come over and we paint our faces like skeletons and walk around.