I just finished making table decorations for a friend's upcoming wedding. They'll simultaneously act as cake decorations for miniature cakes at each table as well as signify the table number. They took way longer than I thought they would, but I love the results, plus, she's a sweet friend and totally worth it. (-:
I primed the surface by gessoing it once on one side and twice on the other. Once dry, I painted them with non-toxic, pearlized (some matte) paint. I free-handed the numbers in India ink, painted the interior of them with several coats of white paint, and then once again, I repeated the outline in India ink. Each number is painted a different color on each side. I then added 3-dimensional pearlized paint--white ice on one side and a shimmery gold on the other side. I'm a little in love with them! (-:
Carl had had it. He was taking the best memories he had of the past, folding them in velvet inside his heart and mind, and leaving the slimy muck and debris behind. It would be disrespectful to his personal history to not cherish the wondrous moments of the past. To disregard those gifts would be to blight the well-wishes of the universe. No, he would sift the gold from the riffraff and remain open to the sparkles of the future.
This baby came about while glued to episode 2 of HBO's, "True Detective." It's not about anything in the show, I just had to make myself do something constructive during the time spent watching something I've already seen 4 times and it's only a week old. This series is so phenomenal and Matthew McConaughey is so mesmerizing in his role, it's unbelievable. I can't wait for episode 3 tonight. Gotta watch the Grammys, too. Rare, TV extravaganza night for me.
I love faces...wonder if you can tell. Here's a face on a stick. ha! I'm going to coin it with more to come.
Little past 2 a.m., but just don't feel like going to bed. Well, I'm starting to, getting tired, baby. One day back at work and already the misty remembrance of my true life has faded. Just feel like there must be some dusty road I should be on...on my way to some adventure, windows down, crickets chirping, "Dreams" playing on a radio. Surely my soul wasn't meant to drip, drip, drip onto a desk with a keyboard, trying to keep quiet, but always, trouble finds me.
Octavio had had enough. I mean, how much could one cephalopod take? His entire body and been stuffed into a pot filled with water, watching this "Chef" slaughter friend and family member, one after another, so that he could feed his customers. He knew he might lose his life, taking this fat cat down, but he had no other choice. He had to make a stand for all other invertebrates in the world!
Why do we always want those bad boys? He is a user, but entranced by his recitation of a poem from Confucius' "Book of Songs," you can understand why she falls for him.
"Ripe Plums Are Falling"
ripe plums are falling
now there are only seven
may a fine lover come for me
while there is still time
ripe plums are falling
now there are only three
may a fine lover come for me
while there is still time
ripe plums are falling
i gather them in a shallow basket
may a fine lover come fore me
tell me his name
Oh, I know what you're thinking. How could this poem be considered seductive? Just watch this clip:
Wait, let me pull myself together and get back to the point, which it how does this painting tie in? Late at night on her birthday, Izzy and her are sitting in a small joint (Gray Papaya), eating hot dogs when an elderly woman dressed in aged finery and too much makeup enters and sings, "Some Enchanged Evening." The universe sends Isabelle a message through this unknown chanteuse. So endearing and tender, it is a scene--and a character--that has never left me. My painting is a loose interpretation and a tribute to that magic.
Today is Tuesday, January 7, 2014, and we have been in a freezer locker for days on end. Forty-one degrees below zero wind chill factor. Thirteen degrees below zero for the daytime high. Truly insane. I haven't been making art, but rather making plenty of soups and a few sweet things. A few days ago, I did feel myself compelled to draw...something. Here's a couple with no meaning, just two different days, two different styles.
