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1.29
bath to shower
to fix the hips
lulled to dreams
with a Muse eclipse.
How does she do that? Is it time yet?
I do a lot of art work under the shower head.
Lost in the day, all time stops and
becomes a sort of movie in which this
protagonist accomplishes all.
Which is why I sigh while toweling off,
as I watch the second hand start to move.
1.27
So, I removed the violet/purple grey top to the painting, and simplified the upper 80% of the painting with a terra cotta color. I felt the shape of the violet, altough the color was pleasing to me, interfered with the view.
I also continue to modify the head of Theseus, changing the hairline and the eyes; and use the terra cotta color to simpify the nose, lips, and goatee. Also I have exaggerated his pose to make the painting less static.
After all that, I started thinking the swirling gold lines along the foggy bottom were supercilious, so I scraped them off, and pulled modeling paste across the surface to give that area more weight. I will daub yellow there again, once I am satisfied the surface is sufficent to hold the contentious duo.
At the top of the painting is what I imagine to be a hole that shows the night sky with little stars afloat. I do love the night, don't eye.
I really like the relationship between the yellow and terra cotta and have saved some of the paint to start another painting. I have no idea what it will be about. But those colors are full of passion; which is something I'd like to discourse upon.
1.27
What a marvelous movie: Pina, directed by Wim Wenders, it is a tribute to Pina, German choreographer recently deceased. My friend Joe who sat thru the Matine with me called it a moving painting. Beautiful to 3 of the senses and the other two were enthralled just imagining the experience.
If you are reading this, see it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LGKzXUWAjnI
paste the above in your browser for a taste of it.
meanwhile, watching elicited this from my pen.
to the Muse.
all things being what they are
and aren't
the moon is just a light in the dark sky.
and When and if
the aren't is are,
I will look up again
and enjoy us: the owl and the pussycat.
1.23
battles, ideas, wanderings
1.23
My office/sleep area revised and fixed up nice.
Landlord is going to fix leaks.
Most content. It is a lovely place to think, work away from work,
and relax or snooze.
1.23
Skiing on hip. Owwwwwww.
Saw Doc to make sure I wasn't bleeding to death. He patted my neurosis and assured me I was going to live. Then looked at me and asked why I can't be normal. I love my Doc.
1.21
How to spend a Saturday night with nothing whatsoever to do beyond puzzles, books, tv?
write some random stuff is whut.
eeeyup.
In a couple of weeks I'll be gone away and having lots to do from wake to sleep.
And, holy cow, I have a presentation to prepare about my alphabet book.
26 pictures to powerpoint. Yikes.
but right now I am in the mood to let my fingers do the talking.
hence what follows disguised as prose.
1.21
my therapist
says you are a boderline personality.
Crazy and destructive.
you won't know he said that
because I am keeping it a secret from you.
He was kind of describing me under the guise of you though.
I wonder if there are tolls to be paid on this highway
this border
this line.
Just in case I have stapled my EZ Pass to my forehead.
Can pass right thru the gate.
No muss, no fuss.
Pay later.
I'm so vain, I probably think this song is about you.
1.21
Where was I?
Ah, out in the dark
floating over snow cover
under the dark sky
all atwinkle with venus and jupiter and polaris.
even so, i am
typing answers to questions
about
who
i
am.
dear reader,
please know that I meander
through the keyboard making words
to amuse my lonely self
when
the house is warm and full.
part of the curse
a good hex really
that i pull away from the crowd i love to be in.
(i really do love crowds and all sorts)
to get a better view
of
the
life
we
lead.
just in case i might
find
something i can share with you dear reader
that will make us both the better for it.
hmmmm?
1.20
It's not all that interesting
that my roof in the studio office/bed room (when solitude is necessary))
leaks.
But,
it is mighty inconvenient if you like a dry and mold free environment to think or relax or rest in.
today a roofer came and
looked and made an estimate for the landlord.
Who is a sweet older woman.
But not a person to spend willy nilly.
Anyway, after the mess was looked over,
I vacuumed and fixed the space up
real nice and different than it
had been for at least 6 years.
Moved the furniture around and took out things
that I could store elsewhere.
It was, I realized, a first step
in reassembling my own life.
Because, if things stay the same
nothing changes.
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