Lifesize, just half an hour ago, already shriveled, fountain pen ink I found in a box mixed with clear elmer’s glue on a plastic plate, when bone dry it’ll peel off the plate itself and I’ll add to the stack of like and liked objects and reuse the plate (if not the object) so I don’t need buy more, yo, fine metaphors abound
Feels like the acrylic ink and/or fountain pen ink infused in clear elmer’s glue phase is fading, I desperately need to resupply and can’t be bothered to buy when four months ago they’d have been bought week’s ago, too many niggling demoralizing metaphors nagging, the above now glued back-to-back and in the paper press to bond with this below, the end product my son-in-law’s giftmas present
Canary
Whethervain
Slothrop
Fool
Before I forget to archive, I often do when post hexjeffs there before here. Both are currently in a crank paper press while the glue that binds them cures
This and the next one will be permaglued back-to-back
I need again mention that the originals in hand (can be spun and are four views of the same hexjeff and when glued back-to-back are sixteen if you flip every time you spin) better than any scan can be so nine out of ten times I enhance the jpg in an effort to capture the original through use of my laptop’s photo tools, sorry for repeating this every few months, it’s both the most and the least thing I need feel a fraud for
This and the next one will be permaglued back-to-back
I currently only use pencil in writing tablet but for years I used fountain pens, it took years to transition and will soon be illegal in America and punishable by death.
I threw away all my fountain pen ink but two, the two I thought could but couldn’t save the pens, Ive emptied the bottle I had of each into a squeeze bottle and infused them in clear elmers glue and stirred for fifteen minutes then upside-downed squeeze bottle then hourglassed it the other way, they don’t stain fingers like when no glue, both in the above, the brown and beloved noxzema bottle blue
Will be glued back to back with the green one below in bricks
While I was ignoring this joint while not painting in Michigan WordPress beheaded the second avatar that haunted the first for weeks though I followed instructions including clicking the vital save button, best surprise of this week, the last time I fuck with the avatar until the next time I do
Didn’t stop painting but did stop thinking about posting them, as in it wasn’t a conscious decision, I just stopped posting them, that’s new, excellently encouraging, excellently frightening. Should I post a shadow of what I made?
One of the three people who’ve seen one of these in real life said more people in real life are not going to see them unless I put them out there and you should put them out there, more people should see them. I don’t want to, praise me for these all you people who’ve never seen one of these and never will. I keep posting shadows of what I make. Finest fucking metaphor for me forever me
23rd draft before I fuck it up
The post below finished, not touching it again, learn when to abandon, yo, first time I used straight watercolor in months if not year or two. I’ve discovered the longer I let the first draft cure the crisper the wet interaction between first draft second draft – curing prevents the heavier from flooding the lighter. Meanwhile:
Off to the shelf to dry for a week, photo in bad light of best when wet. New black, five parts black, two parts sienna and umber each, one part fire engine red, so far…
Current plan: when canvas and glue/acrylic ink completely dry, watercolor maybe, I know how gouache leaches, watercolor ink?
Another hiatus starts……. now
So to remove one or the other or both and add a new avatar I need register for and teach myself something called gravatar and at first glance fuck that (I would keep and/or replace the red, definitely want to delete me). I just renewed wordpress for another year, it’s not buyer’s remorse, it’s buyer’s self-contempt in service to fine self-servicing metaphors abounding
The above’s paper scissored into a rough circle and glued to the below, scissored into a rough circle, currently in the excellent book press I have access to, once solidly glued it will be put in a box and not looked at again until time to destroy the contents of that box, I know it’s not the best way to express myself to others but currently this is the only way to express myself to me
Occasional reminder in case there are people now here who weren’t the last time: the above is a scan of something I made using the best scanner I have access to at the highest settings for cleanest capture the machine offers but it fails and I manipulate the image with chrome’s cheapo photo app for exposure and saturation and contrast so the original still exists and is way better than any scan I wish I could show you but the above doesn’t exist anywhere but here, fine metaphors abound
Dead already by five minutes, deader by the second, clear elmer’s glue and acrylic ink sustain but I insist gouache mirror my joints hike-wrung to death, dyingwet. Self-portrait for my 65th on the 28th
Archiving these recent hexjeff’s against my tendency to forget to. All are gouache and acrylic ink infused in clear elmers glue, the two rimmed with painters tape part of a project I’m betting won’t see completion (and are now glued to each other, and I need write about that if only to myself in tablet with pencil, Jeff), the above (which may or not be glued to the below because the below has competition) has pencil (and if there’s a monologue associated with any of these it’s the above and will be or not at the sho(i)u(t)ty place)
In theory the head
next full-body self-portrait
decapitated
before torso made,
as forgotten in my head
as put in a box
Horses are slaughtered
for watercolor paper
that bleeds at the rate
I prefer. Elmer’s
glue gelatinizes clear
into the amber
I think makes me cle-
ver. Bad fakes good fakes fake am-
ber fakes me fake clean
My aoxomoxoaphase. Dead already except digitally
Wet sopped up before it dried to mud. 6th palimpsest
First two after the two week hiatus, I didn’t realize how much I missed it until I started again and that alone makes the hiatus successful
It’d flashed but never tableted that while most of these meant to spin four-sidedly in your hands I always post here the one of four on each I like best and without fail that one is the one upside-down from the orientation of the hex when permanent compositional boundaries set: whatever I make, upside-down be best and makes me laugh, and that alone makes the hiatus successful
Who I am, who I want to be
This version one, sopped post-photo, see what Sunday
My left eye above, my right eye below
Just now, still wet.
I mentioned at BLCKDGRD a hiatus from these squares the week after next because – I didn’t say this there – my wife will be in Iceland with my daughter for two weeks on their dream vacation
I need process why I do this and need write in tablet with pencil to answer, what am I doing, how seriously do I take this as sustenance if I forget what I painted yesterday and how?
Two hours later (as in just now): above sopped up
The top headshot be dead, the below dying, if alive tomorrow I will kill it
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