Geez.....making things work out in the studio has been more exasperating than I imagined. It is like getting muscles to perform properly after being atrophied. I imagine. Months working on the mural and weeks and weeks traveling, looking after other people have put my imagination in dumps!
I put together some stretchers. And I am procrastinating about stretching the canvas on them. "It's too hot" "my hands hurt" "I don't feel like it".......and the best one: "I just need to finish this book".....ah yes, actually, quite a few books.
But finally .....I completed three small works on panel....panels that were already prepared, mind you. And I have to say....."I still HATE acrylic paint" .....and hated that I had to give up oil due to my crumby lungs. But maybe, maybe, things might be cooking in the studio again. Pahleese.
And Peace.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
facing the canvas
After a month or so away....I'm back to the home ground again.
The garden, after weeks of rain, has become a jungle, complete with voracious mosquitoes vying for a piece of flesh.
My dog barely knows me.
My studio is free of the smell of anything creative and looks hollow and lonely.
I have read more than my share of summer books.
And although I'm still in love with fish and boats to paint and draw, I haven't a clue as to what I will do when I can finally paint again next week. Probably I will thrash about a lot and swear and pitch a bloody fit as I face the blank canvas and feel that I don't remember how to paint.
I base this on years of bloody fits. And then I will begin again.
Peace.
The garden, after weeks of rain, has become a jungle, complete with voracious mosquitoes vying for a piece of flesh.
My dog barely knows me.
My studio is free of the smell of anything creative and looks hollow and lonely.
I have read more than my share of summer books.
And although I'm still in love with fish and boats to paint and draw, I haven't a clue as to what I will do when I can finally paint again next week. Probably I will thrash about a lot and swear and pitch a bloody fit as I face the blank canvas and feel that I don't remember how to paint.
I base this on years of bloody fits. And then I will begin again.
Peace.
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- Gail Siptak
- I am living and painting in the little town of Houston. A far way from my San Francisco beginnings. I paint what I see of the human condition, be it human, animal or object. The glimmer of humor, pathos, and spirit in so much of what I see is the basis of what I paint.