Not by intent, by deliberate fuck-up, fine metaphors abound, when I poor more liquid, whichever medium and mix of medium, I compensate for my complete lack of hand skills – there’s a reason 95% of what I do is squirting a plastic fastfood restaurant-sized ketchup bottle of some combination of gouache, acrylic ink, fountain pen ink, and clear elmers glue – by applying more liquid medium (as opposed to Liquid Liquid OR Medium Medium) than the canvas could possibly absorb and the painting, if I can call it that, dictates some of its own creation as the canvas warps in wetness and directs overflow the fuck where it wants. Youngsters, Boris was Moose and Squirrels’ arch enemy. Diane’s Kamikazi Fun Machine still uses Moose and Squirrel’s theme song for her mic-breaks

I’m down to my last bottle of fountain pen ink left over from my brief affair with fountain pens and tablets a decade ago before returning to my pencil spouse, the (name of my next band) gorgeous brick red above infused in clear elmer’s glue, grated chalk blazes better on fountain pen ink than acrylic ink: fountain pen ink > acrylic ink, yo. I have an online ink-store’s cart filled with options, I’m just waiting for this weird, pleasant, surprising , and worrisome bout of calm and – get this – itchy but can’t find the spot to scratch optimism, about what I don’t know, to fade before purchasing, much less committing to use, the ink

Left eye, the blind one, above, right eye, sightful but monocular below

Still wet but dying

One side above. Canvas is the hard glossy cardboard back of a spent Arches 8×8 cold press watercolor block. Painting on something other than watercolor paper, it took me this long? Other side below

My right eye seize above, my left eye seize below

Brown fountain pen ink infused in clear elmer’s glue and get this, on water media hardboard. No doubt takes quadruply longer to thoroughly dry before draft two, what happens to happy accidents if I can’t count on watercolor paper warping

I’ve a hamburger restaurant plastic squirt bottle full of quality brown fountain pen ink infused in clear elmer’s glue, gonna use it til it’s gone especially with white pink yellow orange as I try to learn to paint without the serendipitous random blossoms I pretend on and depend they’re a fine metaphor abounding

Monologue over at the shitty blog though I do want to note the below is a first draft I’m trying to talk myself into making a final draft but the urge to risk fucking it up strong: I left it in my office so at least I don’t fuck it up tonight

Been painting, not posting, not posting not by plan, just not posting. That’s new

The one from yesterday disappeared from here and still exists, I’m trying to reanimate it, this one I need to abandon now for its sake

Left eye above, right eye below
Now in press, glued together, bonding over the weekend

First draw brush and squirt off-vacation, major favorite welcome home, now out of eyesight until tomorrow to dry. When I want (and I do) to paint on vacation but deliberately don’t, wonderful to remember I hate the part about needing to let a major favorite welcome home dry when head and hands know freshest ideas and wet work fade

Blue favorite color
but eats other colors, fine
metaphors abound

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