So this is just the beginning of playing with light and color in this piece, which will be white, gray and turquoise. It’s already feeling a bit O’Keeffe. Mind you. That’s okay. I love her. When people first told me my paintings looked like her work I veered sharply away from her, for who wants to start out looking just like someone else? Now I may dabble there, because I feel stronger as an artist.
Yesterday the spine doctor prescribed Percocet and I must say seventy percent less physical pain changed my world instantly. Yet, yet, I was still emotionally down. To be honest. So today it was with some great relief that my psychiatrist prescribed Prozac. I’ve never been on the stuff. Here goes. Hope it helps. So far I feel very pumped up and pain free, although highly dissociated and lots of alters/flashbacks/dreams recalled. Sigh.
I’ll take it for now.
Listened to the rough set of the Chris Whitley Tribute Album, and she is nice. Good job.
Sent off some marketing for the wall for the Modern Times Coffeehouse for Rebekah’s Closet in the meantime before the October show, like pointy pointy, upstairs there’s this book. Local Author Does Time Travel, it says. Ha. If they only knew, for real. It’s like that sometimes.
So now I’m going to paint on this piece a bit more, then do edges of previous paintings, then crash with Chipper. That’s all in all, about fifteen more minutes.
As always, thank you for listening. 🙂