As with most things in life, this all looked difficult and overly complicated at first, but I'm starting to figure it out. I just hope I can find some people who communicate in complete sentences. Kids these days! In my day we had to diagram entire William Faulkner run-on sentences with a hammer and chisel in granite, barefoot, IN THE SNOW!Rly dnt cr fr al ths abbrvtd stf.lol.
I got a job today after being laid off four months.I guess I'm happy-now I won't have to sit around and paint all day. Actually, painting by myself for too long is not healthy and almost killed me a couple of times. So now I settle for lower output and a less "exciting" life.
Loading a bunch of my artwork onto dA made me look at it again, and writing comments made me think about it again. Some of the paintings meant so much but I had to sell them, not for the money but because to keep them would be like talking to myself. The point is to talk to someone else. The paintings I still have (about 15 of them) are starting to look stale. A painting that stays around too long is depressing, like Dennis the Menace or Luann - characters that never grow up and keep doing the same things over and over.
But then, when they've been gone 10 years, I look at the photos of them and they seem like children that have died or been given up for adoption.
Another hazard of old pictures is that I can remember what was going on when I painted them, and I think of places, women, friends and chances left behind. I believe in Jesus now, and he took away the booze that almost did me in, so I feel like I owe it to him to leave these thoughts behind too, and not look back. Yet I need a certain amount of darkness for my art, because black paint alone does not a dark picture make.
I hope all this self-involved drivel gets read by someone, or else it's like an unsold painting.., I'm talking to myself.