I didn’t mean to finish this one up so privately. I painted the mouth and lips of this one and then each quadrant behind, one day at a time, roughly, which was a lot of work.
The red, for lost blood of all parties in the war, is very rough and expressive. Below that, the black, was like touching a lost face or faces. It is very smooth in contrast to the red above.
The chromium oxide green for the expanse of dense jungle, even despite Agent Orange (for it did, in its innocence and wildness, grow back), is thickly painted, and also rather smooth.
The specially mixed Prussian Blue sky blue mix was painted as if it were a ceiling fresco, in waves, also very thickly.
It remains a bird, a flower, and a scream, above all. And I like the wild simplicity of this one very much. It speaks to me a great deal. It is raw and primal and calls to me in many ways.
I started painting this work with a splint on my right hand and rebelled after four or five days. My hands still hurt, yes, both of them.
I am fragile and tough at the same time. Dizzy and … strong? Ida know.
I don’t know where to begin to explain my life circumstances, but let’s just say that times are tough and things are beautiful at the same time. I’m living in the moment and waiting for the other shoe to drop, with the rental going month to month. It remains beautiful here, but will it last? I have to stop asking that and … just that.
I am honored to have heard from See Me, that they will be selecting one of my fotos from my profile for their digital display at the Louvre in Paris, France (!) on July 13. Wow. Stay Tuned. Indeed. Beyond wow, really.
🙂 thanks for listening … out there … 🙂