A PAINTING JOURNAL
I will no longer be publishing new posts until I finish this painting. Instead I will update this post with the progress of my painting.
November 4, 2012 6:59PM. Okay. I am really done for now. More later... Have a great week! Tsup!
November 4, 2012 5:46PM. Nothing comes from nothing. You know when something is not right, there is imbalance, my equilibrium is punctuated, there is no harmony and I don't feel good about it. Do you have an artistic advisor? Maybe a critic who will critique. In case somebody thinks that I can whip up paintings as fast as I can draw, here's the fact. I have a spatula collection, not just for painting and laying down the paints. I use them quite frequently to scrape off the paints. Payne's gray to the rescue. This is all for now. It is Sunday evening, I have not eaten and drank anything all day and I am still in my pajamas. I need a shower and I have to cook dinner for my family.
Have a great week!!!
November 4, 2012 12:00PM. Oil paints are unwieldy. No actually quite agreeable but requires a lot of patience, which I have none. Be still my heart. Someone with whom I blogged long time ago is blogging again after a two year absence. It is Sunday football and the Texans are playing. I am painting in my pajamas and listening to some foreign language songs. Arabic pop songs - I feel like belly dancing. Hahahaha!
November 4, 2012. It is past midnight. I decided to account for all the drawings I did in 2012. I do not particularly like chats and text messages. At work, I find these tools irritating and a nuisance. I only like exchanging text messages with my children and chatting with people I love. Otherwise, I fall asleep and get bored after typing "Hello."I like phone calls but only with interesting people I like.
I miss my sister and my friend.
I decided to paint. I am a juggler. No, I cannot juggle, I mean, I am a juggler.
November 3, 2004. I was drawing feverishly. Yesterday, the day before yesterday. Now I can't remember the other things I did but there was dinner, preparation after lunch, laundry, reading the news, emails, communicating back and forth with my sister in New Jersey, exchanging text messages with my daughter who was with friends...I was also drawing. I am sick of drawing. I feel I am wasting my time but I cannot help it. I drew these: