Sunday, February 17, 2013

Day 55. Just a face, but maybe more

Just a face today.  Actually, I had many ideas, a couple different plans of what I was going to draw; I can't do them, though.  Maybe I'm just tired from an art show this weekend.  Maybe it's because I spent too many hours researching some things, making connections, networking, posting things on different websites.  All were fine, some great, while they were happening, but then a strange thing happened.

It's like I'd spent that time meant for creating to do business, and it drained the urge to make art from my veins to the floor.  And I feel like I can't draw a line...or at least not a fine line, not a detailed line.  But I can draw a think line, a loose line, a black line...a freeing line. 

What's wound, must be unwound. 

Do you know the Bruce Springsteen song, "57 Channels (And Nothin' On)" from '92?  For me it's like 57 ideas, but nothin' seems right (or wants to come out in focus).

My desk after the art show--materials and ideas for future paintings.  Can't find anything easily...

I bought a bourgeois house in the Hollywood hills
With a truckload of hundred thousand dollar bills
Man came by to hook up my cable TV
We settled in for the night my baby and me
We switched 'round and 'round 'til half-past dawn
There was fifty-seven channels and nothin' on

Well now home entertainment was my baby's wish
So I hopped into town for a satellite dish
I tied it to the top of my Japanese car
I came home and I pointed it out into the stars
A message came back from the great beyond
There's fifty-seven channels and nothin' on

Well we might'a made some friends with some billionaires
We might'a got all nice and friendly if we'd made it upstairs
All I got was a note that said "Bye-bye John
Our love is fifty-seven channels and nothin' on"

So I bought a .44 magnum it was solid steel cast
And in the blessed name of Elvis well I just let it blast
'Til my TV lay in pieces there at my feet
And they busted me for disturbing the almighty peace
Judge said "What you got in your defense son?"
"Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on"

I can see by your eyes friend you're just about gone
Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on...

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