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
This does not and never did exist in real life. The second after I photographed it it died a second ahead of second after second dying to dull muted flat half-colors by Monday late afternoon. I work water on paper, color dying the millisecond applied. This is natural
I cheat. The photo I took has been rotated 180 degrees from how I made this thing (like always, laugh, all these I make, my favorite uncanny me) and cropped to a rough square and enhanced exposure, contrast, and saturation-wise with my chromebook’s photothingee so what you are looking at is not what I made except it is
This is true of every made thing here. This the periodical full disclosure, I think it must have been a year at least since the last, probably yesterday. The whatever they are called displayed here exist but not as they appear here. A few have even dried better than the altered ones displayed here. I give them to my wife and daughter who both, professionals, make art teacher noises of praise
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
Wet ☝ Dry ☟
Destroying these doesn’t finish things, I can’t kill the already clouded, here, there
This one I’m keeping (at least for now) for me but if you want one of these please let me know, they’re the only creative thing left for me to destroy for my satisfaction
I’m demonstrating why I don’t spin all four sides of a hexjeff here though if you owned one you could spin as you like, let me know, I’ve a friend in work’s mailroom
As of now this doesn’t have a backhex so it’s not sixteen-sided yet, backhexes necessary to make the piece undisplayable
The canvas is a white event-quality plastic buffet dish, I stole a dozen from the kitchen of the conference room where the Library Board meets and big fundraisers are held (the view over the Potomac is spectacular), typed here so I’ll remember when I infrequently scroll down to remind myself that yes, what I did today I’d done before and before that too
Canvas the flimsy faux-cardboard back of a cheap paper tablet, typed here for the same reason I typed the above. I’ve completed all destruction of dead PCs’ hard drives and shredded (or put in locked shredding bins) all journals but the two (three if I count the Michigan) living ones (who knows what fate awaits their completion), hmmm, what’s left?
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
Egg a light bulb above pond
| How do they get there to cackle and kill | but by cackling and killing and kill you | to kill too, and you do, cackle at least | cawing for killing. Who you’d have to be | to be them you don’t have and are vermin | if not now when you can’t muck out stables, | old man. I need fill up my Subaru. | I never wanted an electric car |
One of side of L’s birthday present above, other below
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
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