I don’t know how often I complain on my blog. Probably more than I think I do, but I’m not sure if I’ve ever just written one long crazy rant for the purpose of pure venting. Perhaps I need to do it to disguise my confessions really. I don’t know. But lately, I’m just not feeling good. I’m depressed, I’m in pain, and I’m so tired that it’s honestly hard to believe.
There’s a term in the garment industry, in pattern making anyway, called “plotting.” I’m about to bore you with its meaning.
So, some weeks back I was invited by Theresia Kleeman, who teaches at the Conservatory for the Arts at Mayfield Senior School in Pasadena to come in as a guest artist and talk to the students. They have apparently been studying my art since the beginning of the semester. It’s all been so hard to believe, but it’s true.
So it’s been a little while since I’ve made a blog entry. I suppose I’ve been busy working paintings and other stuff. You know when life just happens and all that muck?
I’ve actually finished two pieces since I last posted. Remember that one that looked a little bit like a person? Well I just finished that one, but I don’t have a title for it yet, nor do I have a final picture for it either:
I just finished up this little ditty called Buzzard’s Roost. I guess it’s not that little though. It’s 24 x 24 inches:
