It's Not Sticky Because It's Summer.

I sat in epoxy.
I did!
I did!
Three cheers for Bozo!

I must say...I would much prefer it was premixed epoxy and I just glued a plastic slab to my butt rather than dealing with the unmixed goop that followed.

*nods head*

Tired Equation.

I want to paint nudes.
That's all I want to do.
And I don't because I'm tired of shocking people.

That's stifling.
And I should just paint nudes.
But I'm equally stifled by being misunderstood.

Cherry Blossoms

Oh!
I have blog readers!
When it's not 4.30am in the morn, I shall investigate them! *grin*

Cherry Blossom,
10x14",
Watercolour on boxed masonite.



I gotta go call my mum.
And then I gotta go to bed.
*yawn*

A Gift & New Paint.

I painted a 24x24 on masonite for my friends who just bought a house. It was a housewarming present. I painted my friend and her daughter together. They loved it. Hoorah.



And then I went into the art store and bought A NEW TUBE OF PAINT! *dies with excitement*

I got Opera Rose and it's beautiful.

Is it not ridiculous that buying a new tube of paint can make me grin like a loon?

In a minute here I'll be ordering some stuff online with a gift certificate...that'll make me grin like a loon too, I suspect.

Happy Friday Everyone.

Deep In The Night

It's hot. The Alabamian heat. I spend my days in a dress that doesn't fit properly. It's nothing but cotton, the top half too low exposing too much, the bottom half of the dress poofing out from the ribs, not the waist. Hips from the ribcage. White shoulders, messy hair. An odd collection of self. Headphones. The cord is long. I wrap myself in it and unravel myself again. Floating. Bending. Stretching. Reaching. Finding. I withdraw a little from this world and enter back into my own. Inhaling my skin, absorbing my reach.

The music washes over me. The only connection to anything out of this orb. Beautiful. Something amazing. My friend Mary's voice. Like an Angel. Singing to her mother. Singing to herself. Singing to the boundaries of her own orb. Will we bump in the night? But we have. We have transferred through each others orb once while not looking. The echo of her voice in my ears as I twirl, perhaps her feet now dancing in wet paint. Travelling through space. Orbitting. Getting closer to Jupiter. Smiling in the safety of it. Just travelling through time on our own. The destination made similiar by the love of it.

Sometimes I don't want to come down.

Such mundane things, such as sleeping.
Such as life.

Sleep ought to be more rewarding if you dream while you're awake.
Oughtn't it?

I don't want to go to bed tonight.
It's too beautiful in this womb.
I'm going to stay inside my painting until dawn.

Thursday.

Peace.
Today is peaceful but I am very tired.
I think I need to eat some more...I shall pop a veggie dog on the stove when I am through here.

I had much to write yesterday about the beauty of things. The beautiful ache of muscles after an intense workout, sun streaming through both water and shower curtain, clean smooth skin, soap bubbles, ceiling fan air kissing the body as it crossed naked between rooms. Many things. But I got distracted. And busy.

I painted up five boards yesterday. 3 for commission, 1 for me (which may turn into a sale, I'm painting a really cute looking chika) and a big 24x24 which I decided today to turn into a gift.

So I'm currently drawing up compositions on the large box.

I've been using a Gesso spray which I've never tried before, before I apply the AG. It's nice and easy, I like it. Much better than mucking with brushes when I shall be mucking with them anyway.

Anyway.
There's no way to capture the peace in here.
Or the lethargy.
So I think I shall go sit in the breeze on the porch swing whilst eating a veggie dog, submerging in it all.

Hopefully I'll also get this gift finished today.

We shall see.

May Day! May Day!

It's atrociously hot down here (up here).
I have been sawing wood on the front porch while the birds sung and the ants devoured a dead bee.
I held up a long piece of 1x and danced around it in bare feet.
My beautiful May Pole.
I laughed and swished my skirt.

Today I am working on three commissions and emailing a buyer about some others.
Rufus Wainwright trills from the speakers.
Honey suckle dances up my nose.

'Waterpistol Wednesday' was a hard one to paint because I do not think I put down enough AG. It didn't absorb well. Distress. I must make sure to apply extra coats to the boxes I am building today.

And...paper. Do I miss paper? Did I sell out on paper?
I tell myself I did not sell out because I simply found a medium I preferred better. But when I read Watercolour Magazines and see only 'Watercolour on paper' I wonder if I left the paper arena too early.
Yes?
No?
I loved it so. It wasn't inconsistent.
But I love the presentation of the boxed boards much better.

Also today I am picking a Share Your Tears painting to turn into a t-shirt.
I am much excited.
I shall wear them everywhere!
And so should you!

I will let you know when they are up for sale.
Support the arts!
And help me buy enough water to make it through the summer!

*twinkle*
*sparkle*
*zip*

I'm off to drill, glue, nail and sand.