Saturday again today - seems to be the only day when I have breathing space to blog. And paint. Pollution 2 is going well. It's title will be - Woman Dreaming. Suggested by the marks I made and their reminding me of traditional indiginous Australian art - yet with a contemporary twist on the colours. The morning went well.
Then I drove to the gallery for my stint at invigilating. On the way a car pulled out of a junction and drove into the side of mine.
Sigh.
I'm fine - just a bit stiff.
But I do feel angry and frustrated.
The other driver is insisting I was at fault.
I phoned the police. They tell me that so long as no one was hurt - the insurance people will sort it out.
You know when you were a kid and you're punished for something you didn't do?
Feels just like that.
On the plus side - the painting is going well.
Here's a link to my original pic for enquiring minds.
http://www.photosig.com/go/photos/view?id=2234466&forward=user
Why doesn't term time fly like fun time? Stupid question - we all know the answer.
Easing closer.
First coat of orange - damned stuff is almost transparent - so looks like lots of work ahead. I kinda - love it and hate it at the moment.
Cerulean didn't work - great for summer skies but once you put anything with it - kills it dead. So here is net repainted with Pthalo. Much more forgiving with just the right amount of glow. Spent all day fixing it, but - sometimes you have to go backwards to go forwards.
The fluorescent orange I'll worry about tomorrow.
What was I thinking?
It's madness.
It's scary.
Could be an absolute disaster.
Clinging onto those comforting words - what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Watch this space.
You know that surreal moment on a flight, when the plane climbs out of the murk and for miles and miles there's nothing but uninterrupted Cerulean to infinity? Had that feeling this afternoon as I arrived home from work and out across the sea hangs this billowing galleon of a cloud pressing down hard on the sea. And up above - disclaiming all knowledge - that smug blue.
That blue beyond I reach for.
Holiday begins today.
Seven days of no kids.
Seven days for me.
Ahhhhhh.
Where the hell did that weekend go? Well okay I did paint and painting is the one thing guaranteed to swallow up time. And now it's Sunday evening and the doom settles - plus I think I used the wrong blue on my painting and feel like I spoiled the whole thing and... well... tomorrow is another day. But it's work and no frees and a shit load of reports to do with a Friday deadline :-(
Must be nice to stay home and paint 24/7
Sigh.
I love Saturdays.
Work in progress - about 6 hours in.
