I've been a little crazy this week trying to get some paintings ready for a juried show this weekend. I had fun painting this - it was far less torturous than the nose hair trimmers.Sold
I've been a little crazy this week trying to get some paintings ready for a juried show this weekend. I had fun painting this - it was far less torturous than the nose hair trimmers.
Mostly, painting is really fun. But on some nights, it feels like pure torture. Last night was one of those nights. If I hadn't drank a large frappucino, there's no way this painting would have been finished. I'm glad I powered through.
I am doing this painting as a belated wedding gift for two dear friends of mine - act surprised guys!
I know it's gross, but I have been eating (and loving) Cheetos lately. I can't explain it - that cheese dust must be laced with something.
I have this obsession with torturing myself by painting shiny things lately. I never used to even think about painting shiny things - now I sort of like it.
Somewhere, deep in the woods of the Adirondacks, there stands a shed, which at any given time, could be storing enough fireworks to illuminate the East River on July 4th.
This is the underpainting of a larger painting (12x16ish) I'm working on. This is an attempt at painting more loosely, and without a preliminary drawing. Hence the freakishly long monkey arm (don't worry, I'll fix it).
After biting off more than I could chew with the whole "paint a self portrait in 3 hours" on Monday, I decided to do something slightly less challenging. It was only after I set this up that I realized that the tomatoes reflected the entire room, and my brain almost exploded. I worked through it though.
Okay, so I didn't finish it in time to post it yesterday. And, well, it looks a little crazy, so I'm not putting this one on Ebay.
All I have to say is thank God it's Friday. Despite concern that keeping up with this would be the hard part, the painting a day has been really fun. If only the stupid real world wouldn't get in my way...
No interesting story to go with this one...well, I did have a few truckers honk at me while I was painting it. That was pretty special...
This painting has a troubled past, since its creation last night. First, while getting in the car, Gary put his elbow right into the painting...luckily I was already planning on working on it back at home. Then, this morning, when I brought it outside to photograph it, I dropped it face down on the porch, and subsequently spent the next 20 minutes repainting it and picking out dust particles with tweezers. All before having any coffee. This photo doesn't accurately reflect the brightness of the colors, but at this point, I'm too scared to take it outside and try again!
It's actually starting to get cold when I paint at the beach at night. Can someone please tell me where summer went??