Today I finally put some painting time in. It’s been a while since I’ve done that. I’m still working on that cluttered collage on the gessoboard. Working on that fence has been taking forever, but then again, I haven’t been putting in the hours or days.
Hello. It’s me again. I have no idea what I’m doing here, making another appearance, but I guess I’m taking a break from it all. I haven’t been painting the last couple of days, but I suppose I will resume on Tuesday. It’s too late in the day now (Monday at 3:20 PM) and I like to paint when there’s still some good daylight out. I don’t really like the artificial light honestly. It casts too many shadows, and some of it is yellow – depending on where I’m working.
Eve Wood wrote a wonderful review of my show Rock and Refuge for Artillery Magazine, which was made Pick of the Week!
I’m awake early this morning. I was having nightmares again. I have nightmares quite a lot actually. It’s the story of my life. I’m kind of used to them. This time I wasn’t able to go back to sleep though. My arm was being munched on by a giant coyote with the mouth the size of a crocodile, and my arm was still physically hurting after I woke up out of the dream for a good while. So weird. I woke myself up because I was calling out for my dad of all people. I guess he was the only person that I knew for sure had a shotgun. But he either never showed up, or I woke up before he could save me.
