One of the many present reading materials is
the Yellow House
, a book about the nine weeks Van Gogh and Gaugin spent living in the south of France, painting together, collaborating, drinking, philosophizing (I'm sure that's not a word, but you get the idea). And, oh yes, let's not forget frequenting the cat houses of Arles.
It's an amusing book, and very insightful if you are interested at all in Van Gogh. He seems to be more the primary focus of the book. Though I do like the system Gaugin introduced for budgeting their money. It was like something I had read as a child on how to budget your money. You have a little box for each fund: one for paint and canvas (the most important), one for food, one for drink, one for tobacco, and one for the whore house. It was funny to see the priorities - I believe food was actually further toward the bottom. Those weren't actually the categories I read about as a child, but you get the idea.
One thing that really struck me was Van Gogh's work style. It gives me hope for my own. His more successful pieces were done in very short time periods. Whereas Gaugin would take days or even weeks to complete a painting, Van Gogh would turn one out in an hour or so. He would attack the canvas, painting with a fury, then be done, very rarely going back to correct or edit. It's not to say all of his paintings were done in this manner. Just many -- the good ones :-)
Why does this give me hope? Because occasionally people think I'm not doing anything, or,
gasp, I am procrastinating - when really, I am (doing, not procrastinating). I'm thinking, and planning, and plotting, and then, in the moment, when it feels right, I execute. Lightning fast. Whether it's a trigger finger on the camera, or my fingers typing furiously at the keyboard which sounds and feels like 1000 wpm. And then it's done. Just like that. Bam! There might be a correction or two, but for the most part, I've captured
it, whatever it is (and there's your eBay plug for the day). And if there was a deadline there, I met it (I've never understood the idea of an
extension).
So the book gives me hope. It makes me realize everyone has their own style, and my style just happens to be similar to one of the most famous painters of all time who was crazier than a redneck saying,
"Hay guys! Watch'is!" (hmm, maybe that's just stupidity over crazy -- you can insert your own "crazier than..." statement). Just because I don't obsess and toil over the minutia doesn't mean I'm not giving something my all. Truth be told that planning and plotting has the minutia already embedded in my brain.
Labels: Books, Influences, My Art
It's cold and gray. Something happens around 5:30 PM - I swear the temperature drops from 60 to 40 at that exact moment. I want sunny and 70, that dips just to maybe a chilly 55 at night -
keyword being night, not 6 pm when it's still daylight out. It's April already, but I guess Mother Nature hasn't got the memo yet.
But, that's enough complaining. Other than being a little chilly and still needing to wear fluffy house shoes, life is good. It's not slushy melon margarita good yet, but that's just around the corner. Well, if Mother Nature ever gets that memo. Maybe she's on vacation in the tropics, enjoying her own cocktail.
Labels: Day in the Life, Observances, Silliness
I've had quite a few dreams about feet/shoes lately. Last night, I had some kick ass more-than-thigh-high converse sneaks. Black sneakers with some kind of knit/sweater material around the ankle to shin area, followed by striped socks that came up to the mid-thigh. This was topped off with some kind of denim deal that tied together shoelace style at the top. I was sporting them at first with no probs, but later in the dream when I tried to put them on it was like they had grown taller, and were too long for my legs. I decided to wear them under my ripped jeans and they somehow magically fit again. Serfontaine's are magical that way I guess.
Earlier this week, one part of my dream was that I was trudging through the snow in my fish flops. I think I may have had capris on too. My feet were sort of numb, but not bad. I know this was followed by more wild dreams, but I've forgotten them by now.
Not sure what this all means. According to my dream dictionary, the possibilities are: meet new acquainances, have an annoying mystery, disappointment in love, omen of success, or suggest I'm overconfident. Of course, these things are hardly ever right (knock on wood). Not one of them says a thing about fish and pregnancies, which we all know is fact.
Labels: Dreams
Man Ray was and is by far one of my favorite influences. While enjoying a glass of wine and a good book on the porch the other day, I stumbled upon something I'd been looking for... a more abstract way to show
spirits.
What I was doing previously is quite boring to me. I guess that's why I haven't done a whole lot with it and just drank my wine instead of playing with it.
When I viewed the picture above, one of the first things that came to mind was "reverse rayograph". I've loved creating
photograms since I was a child and was always amused that Man Ray took this technique, tweaked it, and put his own name on it.
For shits-n-giggles I inverted the piece so it would look like a regular photogram. Not nearly as spectacular. I love the brilliant shine of the red pinot in the first photograph. Luckily, summer is lurking and there'll be plenty more sunny days to experiment with this new idea.
Labels: Influences, My Art
Milo's cone is off! The ear seems to have healed nicely. He also finally got a bath, so he's no longer King of Funk, though I think he kinda enjoyed that title.
Labels: Day in the Life
Instead of the Easter basket filled with chocolate, Mom has sent tulips the past two years for Easter. Maybe she read my
smile post; maybe she just thought it would brighten my day. It did - my day and my table.
Last year I rushed. I was excited to have received tulips. I grabbed them out of their box and went to town cutting the stems and trying to arrange (I suck at arranging). I broke a few stems. I arranged them in a smaller glass.
This year instructions were read. Plastic stayed wrapped around the flowers so they're heads wouldn't droop. A penny was added to the bottom of the vase to keep them standing straight. It worked -- they're still beautiful 3 days later. Now I carry the vases from room to room with me as I move throughout the day. If I'm outside, my flowers are outside. If I'm cooking, they're on the dining room table. If I'm at my desk, I have one vase to each side.
Funny, the flowers seem to last
way longer than the chocolate.
Labels: Day in the Life, Happy, Reminiscences
When I saw this on the news yesterday I just burst out laughing. This look is the exact same look Milo used to give me when he would hop onto the couch. "I dare you to tell me to get off of here."
To read the story if you missed it,
click here.
Labels: Silliness
