I’m still reeling from Inception. The movie echoes themes I’ve been exploring in books and at night, dreams, identity and reality and creating a world. Rippling from the strange deja vu, I keep singing to myself Jason Webley lyrics, “I’m not your lover. I’m just a map you use to find her.”
Here’s what the inside of my mind might look like presently:
If I had more technical skill/patience, the “birdhearts” would have perfect tiny circular labyrinth-inserts.
As a product of my Art Nouveau readings and a lovely canoe trip through the arboretum…
Much better in person.
Have Yoks running on a rainbow, he said. 4×6, he said.
Thanks Dan. This is for you.
The goat portraits are of the first commission from my father. Hopefully not the last. A gift for my Dad’s lovely girlfriend Denise’s birthday. He said that they both cherished the paintings and will keep them forever. I love that.
full frontal portraits are hard. I’m not technically savvy enough for the symmetry of the human face.
The perimeters of the design the bag contest for Uwajimaya were a little bigger than I remember, so the panels didn’t meet the requirements. I photocopied the paintings and made a collage using modge podge paste for the first time. I am glad that I misunderstood the assignment as this seems up a notch on the interesting scale.
Last sunday, Ry and I went to Cafe Ladro on fifteenth and I had my first medici. Dark chocolate and orange zest mocha. Fantastic. As per my new sunday routine, here is the resulting sketch.
Why this makes me happy:
I’ve been drawing swirly flowers for a long time. Art Nouveau is my favorite art movement followed closely, ever so closely by surrealism.
I went to dahlia lounge for my birthday last month and the matchbox has this motif. Reminds me of a nice time celebrating myself.
I like silver sharpies…
I’ve never painted canvas without a frame (or board) attached. It takes some time and gesso.
It’s pretty big. Nothing can top the crappy mural I did in my first place out of my parents, but the quality and mobility is of greater value. 30inches by 70inches
I love this phrase “avoir atomes crochus” (yes, the distracted make typos). It sums up a lot of things in my mind about romantic france, souls, science, art, love and loss. It means what we would call “having chemistry” or a connection with someone romantically. Literally, it says “to have connected atoms.” I read it in a book, I highly recommend, by Douglas hofstadter, I am a Strange Loop. The book goes into depth about a soul being a pattern of thought that is often replicated in other people’s minds, so when you die, you the essence you, lives on in other’s minds, though perhaps ill-conceived, still… conceived. ?
