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Dabbling Again







Now that I have procured a space on the front porch at Sinkhole Estates, or as I call it, Death Valley,  I have begun painting again.  This is one I did most recently blocking in some colors and about 75% finished.  It is Alfred playing in the water at the swimming pool.  I should have it done soon and that other little number there in black is already in the planning stages.



One of the hard parts, having done a painting of Norah a few years ago, is getting the hair right.  It isn't red and it isn't blond.  It is a golden blond/strawberry red depending on the light.  I've already tried mixing up some shades and don't have it right yet. 


One other thing.  My area is on the front porch and there is no air conditioning out there.  It prevents being out there in the hottest parts of the day but cools a bit in the evening.  I was sitting inside one day looking out and wondering if my painting would get wrecked by the heat. And like the dumbass I am I remembered that the great Masters through the ages didn't have air conditioning either and their stuff made it just fine.  There is one big problem with that thinking process.  It is making such a leap as comparing "my painting" and the "great Masters".   I suppose the second is bringing it to your attention on this Monday as you are eating your oatmeal and stuffing your breakfast bar in your shirt pocket for later.

Anyway, after several years of no space, I have something now that I can call my own, "my Corner."

For you readers, the ones who plow or drive for the Friedens, or manicure the Club, or walk the dogs by sandy beaches, or tech your paint, or giddy with decorating a new house (I recommend Sherwin-Williams), go kill it this week!*


* Of course, "go kill it this week" means go do your best.  It certainly doesn't directly or indirectly mean kill anything.  Unless a a a a a a a goddamn snake then I'll scoot the chair up and clutch my dictum and watch the show.**

 ** A reader was so enthralled with that line last week they asked me to do it again.  So there it is.  

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