When I painted this I was stunned, like, where on Earth did this come from? As if I had given birth to something not of myself, from another world. I carefully gave it form as it wanted, as it needed, but it didn’t seem to need my help in a way. It was painted largely in one night, deep in the night, by candlelight, after intense lovemaking. Well, perhaps you could tell that? Maybe not. One person at the art opening said she saw a volcano in it.
Many people have seen Georgia O’Keeffe similarities in this one in particular, which of course cause me to steer directly away from painting anything like this ever again. I’m strange like that. I LOVE Georgia O’Keeffe, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t want anyone to think I’m trying to copy her or anyone else. I must be myself, original. Sensuality is what I was going for and that is what I have in common with her paintings on this one, for sure.
This is entitled Fusion. Explosive enough, the merging of two others.
Untrained painter that I am, I used a lot of white in the mix, which apparently is a no-no. I’m not sure why, to this day, but I rather like how it adds texture and body to the pigment. Makes it fat. I added it when I wanted to make things pop.
There are also references to orchids in the piece.
My deepest thoughts of healing and patience go out to all who are hurt by Hurricane Sandy’s aftermath today. Sigh. I truly appreciate storm windows, always have, but last night, superbly so, safe in our bed, under the covers, with my left arm in the splint and Lamby curled up to my neck. Woke this morning with my spine all stiff. Still working it out.
Cold is getting better though. One day at a time.
Jason is home today and thoroughly asleep on the couch. Chipper is asleep on the bed, where I shall be soon. I’m up for a little while to edit the blinds fotos.
Ordered some new music today: Cat Power/Sun, Bombino/Agadez, Dave Matthews’ new one, Muse’s new one, Vampire Weekend’s first one. Yay.
Otherwise, I’m sitting on my eggs.