This is my little clubhouse where I seal birch wood panels in the blazing sun.
Month: July 2014
I Wood Seal it Differently
I am about to bore the pants off of you by talking about wood sealants. Be forewarned. I really don’t know what good it’s going to do you to read on, unless you like to make some kind of fool out of yourself. That, or you want to pick up some information about sealing/sizing wood panels for fine art – because this isn’t a blog about cabinetry. I wouldn’t know the first thing about sealing that kind of wood, would I?
Anyway, over the last week I have been researching out how to construct my new ideas because, like my oil paintings on the birch panels, I want to be able to partially show the sealed wood on the painting itself, like so:
Minute By Minute
I’m starting to feel better. Day by day, little by little. I’m sure of it now.
Today was a busy day. I’ve been pretty busy since Friday actually. I even worked on my birthday. Mjp said, “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you.”
I don’t usually talk about gifts I get. I think that’s stupid. But in this case, I just have to tell you what I got for my birthday because it became the greatest compliment I have ever received.
Michael got me, and personally framed, a screen print of The Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite.
If you don’t know what that is, it is an antique bill that John Lennon bought one day and hung up on his wall. He liked the looks of it I suppose, because later it inspired him to write the song of the same title.
Rough Patches (Cross-post from The Exodus Project)
It’s no secret that I’ve been experiencing some rough patches lately. I guess it had to get worse before it could get better. I’m just waiting for it to get better now.
Still messing with this piece:
Three Days, No, Two Months of Frustration
I am actually going to post the following, not because I’m stupid, but because I want other artists out there to know that we all hit brick walls sometimes.
I wrote the following the other night as a private post. I do that sometimes. I use this blog as a kind of “Dear Diary” and do not make all the posts public since, believe it or not, I get even more personal than I already do. But I decided to publicize this rant and lay myself out on the train tracks.