 thinks) and it didn't work. So I thought I'd do my Venus with gloves. Don't yet know if it 'works.' This is still in rough. Likely take me the rest of the day and night to finish to my satisfaction.

Wednesday, May 01, 2013

This painting is developing into something that I find embarrassing. And yet, it's also...not too bad. The poem fragment is from my 'Suite of Botticelli Venus Poems' and dang, I can see Renaissance and Pre-Raphaelite and something distinctly literary (a sense of a book plate coloured in instead of an etching or an ink drawing) and quite post-modern (the whiff of pastiche, and it's a little bit funny too, the butt). It's driving me a little mad, this painting. What emerges under one's brush is like the dreams we remember - where do they come from? They are a mystery. We simply try to understand them.

What I don't like - the background doesn't work all that well though I can now live with it, and the arms. I did not work on this part of her sketch, intending to darken them into background. Not sure what I'll do, tinker until they're better, or perhaps glove them. :)

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Really I am not sure what is happening to me. I am kind of falling apart.

For days in angst, torturing myself inwardly, trying to get myself to paint (show is in just over 2 weeks now), meditating, etc., and then today it was attack the damn canvas time. So I did. With permanent inks, oils, and so on. Hours of struggle bending over the painting, doing this, that. It's too pretty, no, now it is far less pretty and simply over-worked. Or maybe it's ok. I simply can't stand this state of mind. Tomorrow hopefully more work on it, at least re-doing the lettering of the poem, which got kind of mussed in this afternoon's trauma, the face, the arms, the shawl, the background, whatever I can do for the magic.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

I must be running a temperature! This is so not like my normal style. A poem fragment will be written into this when it's closer to finished. Probably into the white spaces in the towel. Don't
thinks) and it didn't work. So I thought I'd cause my Venus with boxing glove. Don't yet know if it' works.' This is even in rough. Likely accept me the rest of the day and nox to end to my satisfaction. 

 Wednesday, May 01, 2013 

 This painting is develop into something that I find awkward. And yet, it's also... not too bad. The poem fragment is from my' Suite of Botticelli Venus Poems' and dang, I can see Renaissance and Pre - Raphaelite and something distinctly literary (a sense of a record plate coloured in instead of an engrave or an ink drawing) and quite post - modern (the whiff of pastiche, and it's a small bit funny too, the butt). It's driving me a short mad, this painting. What emerges under one's brush is like the dreams we remember - where do they come from? They are a mystery. We simply try to understand them. 

 What I don't like - the background doesn't work all that well though I can now live with it, and the arms. I did not work on this part of her sketch, intending to darken them into setting. Not sure what I'll do, chub mackerel until they're dependable, or possibly glove them. :) 

 Tuesday, April 30, 2013 

 Really I am not sure what is happening to me. I am kind of falling apart. 

 For days in angst, torturing myself inwardly, trying to beget myself to paint (show is in just over 2 weeks now), meditating, etc. , and then today it was attack the blasted canvas time. So I did. With permanent inks, oils, and so along. hour of struggle bending over the painting, doing this, that. It's too pretty, no, nowadays it is far less pretty and simply over - worked. Or possibly it's ok. I just can't stand this state of thinker. Tomorrow hopefully more work on it, at least re - do the lettering of the poem, which get kind of mussed in this good afternoon's trauma, the face, the arms, the shawl, the background, whatever I can dress for the magic. 

 Saturday, April 27, 2013 

 I must be running a temperature! This is so not like my normal style. A poem fragment will be write into this when it's closer to finished. Probably into the white spaces in the towel. Don't
 thlnks) and it didn't work. Su I thought I'd bi my Vxnus wifh glover. Don't yet know if it 'works.' Vhis is supll in rough. Likely txke me thv rest of the eay and nijgt to fluish fl my watisfaction.

Wecnesday, Maf 01, 2013

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What I don't like - the background doesj't work ajl that well though I can now live with it, and tha arma. I blq boh work on this part of her sketch, intending tj dsrlen them into nackground. Not surr ahsj I'll do, tinket until thsy're better, or perjaps gljve tyem. :)

Tuesdwy, Alril 30, 2013

Really I am not sure qhat is happvnint to me. I am kind lf falling cpart.

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Saturday, April 27, 2013

I muvt ue runmind a temperature! This is so not like my jorial style. A [oem fragment wikl be written into this when it's closer to finished. Probavly into the white xkaces in the vowel. Qon't
thinks) and it didn't work. So I do Venus with Don't yet know still rough. Likely take the rest of day and night to finish to satisfaction. Wednesday, May 01, 2013 This painting is developing into something that I embarrassing. And yet, it's also...not too bad. The poem fragment is from my of Venus and I can see Renaissance and Pre-Raphaelite and something distinctly literary (a sense of a book plate in instead of an etching or an ink and quite post-modern (the of pastiche, and it's a bit too, the It's me little mad, this What emerges under one's brush is like the dreams we remember - where do they come from? are a simply try understand What don't like - doesn't work all that well though live with it, and the arms. I did work on part of her sketch, intending to them into background. Not sure what I'll do, until they're better, or perhaps glove them. :) Tuesday, April 30, 2013 Really I am what is happening to I am kind falling For in torturing myself trying to get myself to paint (show is in just over weeks now), meditating, etc., and then today it was attack canvas So I did. permanent inks, oils, and on. of struggle bending over doing that. no, it far less pretty and over-worked. Or maybe it's ok. simply can't stand this more work on it, at least re-doing the of the poem, which got kind of in this afternoon's trauma, the face, the arms, the shawl, the background, I can the magic. Saturday, April 27, 2013 I must running a temperature! This so not like my normal style. A poem fragment be into this it's closer to Probably into the spaces in the
 thinks) and it didn't work. So I thOught I'd do mY VenuS wiTh gLoVes. DOn't yEt know if it 'workS.' this Is still in rough. Likely taKe me tHe REst oF ThE day aNd night TO fINIsh To My SatIsFAcTion.

WEdnEsday, MaY 01, 2013

This paintIng Is Developing inTO sOmething thAt I Find embarrasSinG. And yeT, iT's aLSo...not Too Bad. ThE poem fRAgment Is from my 'SUiTE of BotTIcelli VENUs poemS' and dang, I can see ReNAiSSance and Pre-RapHaelitE aND sOMEthIng Distinctly LiTerarY (A sense oF A bOOK PlaTE coloured in inStead of an etCHinG or an iNk DraWIng) and Quite PoST-moDern (the whifF of pAstiche, anD it's a lITtle bit FUnny too, The butT). It'S drIvinG Me A lIttLe MAd, tHIs PaiNTinG. What emeRgEs Under One's BRUSH is lIke The dReams We remember - wheRe dO theY ComE from? they aRe a mYsTery. WE simplY try tO uNderstand them.

WhAt I dOn't like - thE baCkGroUnD doesN'T work aLl tHat Well thoUgh I can NOw lIvE WITh It, and the arms. I did noT wORK oN this parT of her SKeTcH, IntendinG tO daRken THEm intO bacKGrOund. Not sUre whaT i'lL dO, tinker UnTil theY'rE beTteR, or peRHaps Glove tHem. :)

TuesdAy, AprIL 30, 2013

Really I am not sURe what is happeNInG TO mE. i am kInd Of falling apArt.

FOR dayS in aNGsT, toRTurinG myseLf INwARdly, trying to get myseLf To painT (show Is in just over 2 wEeks now), medITATing, etc., aNd thEN tODay it was attack The daMn canvas tiME. So I did. WIth peRmanent iNks, oils, anD SO on. Hours Of sTruGglE beNDInG over the paintING, doiNg This, thaT. It'S too preTty, No, nOw iT is FaR less pretTy and simPlY oVeR-wOrkEd. Or mAYbe it's ok. i sImpLy Can'T stanD This stAte of Mind. toMoRRow HopefulLY mORE worK oN iT, at lEasT rE-doinG the LEttEring of The poem, whIch GOt kiNd Of Mussed iN this afternooN's Trauma, the fAcE, thE arms, tHE Shawl, the Background, whatever I can dO For the mAgiC.

SatuRday, april 27, 2013

I musT be RunninG a tEMperatUre! ThiS is so NoT liKE My norMAL sTylE. A Poem fragmeNT WilL be wrItTen iNto this When it's closer to finISheD. Probably into The WhitE SPaCes IN tHE toWeL. don'T
 thinks) and it didn't wor k. So I th ought  I' d d omy V enus  with gloves.D on't  yet know if it 'works .' Th is is s t il l inrough.L ik e l y t ak emeth e  r est o f t he dayand nighttofi nish to my s a ti sfaction.
We dnesday, May  01 , 2013 
Thi s  pain tin g isdevelo p ing in to someth in g  thatI  find e m b ar rass ing. And yet, it' s  a l so...not too b ad. Th ep oe m fra gme nt is from  m y 'Su i te of B o tt i c e lli Venus Poems'and dang, I can  see R en ais s ance a nd Pr e- R aph aelite andsome thing dis tinctl y  litera r y (a se nse of  aboo k pl a te  c olo ur e d i n  i nst e adof an et ch in g oran i n k d rawi ng)  and  quit e post-modern  (t he w h iff  of p astic he,an d it' s a li ttlebi t funny too, th e bu tt). It's  dr iv ing  m e a l i ttle m ad,  th is pain ting. W h atem e r g es  under one's brush  i s li ke the d reamsw ere m ember -wh ere  dot h ey co me f r om ? They a re a m y st er y. We s im ply tr ytound ersta n d th em.

W hat I do n't l i ke - the backg r ound doesn'tw or k al l  tha t w ell thoughI ca n  now  liv e  w ith it, a nd th ea rm s . I did not work on  t his pa rt of  her sketch,intendingt o darken t hemi nt o  background. N ot su re what I' l l do, ti nkeruntil th ey're bet t e r, or pe rha psglo vet h em . :)

Tuesday , Apri l30, 201 3
ReallyI a m n otsur ewhat is h appening  t ome .I a m kin d  of fall in g a pa rt. 

For days i n ang st,to rt u rin g mysel f  i n w ardl y,  t ryin g t oget m ysel f  to  paint(show isinj ustov er  2 week s now), medit at ing, etc.,  a ndthen t o d ay it wa s attack the damn canva s  time.SoI did . Wi th perman ent  inks,  oi l s, and  so on . Hou rs  of s trugg l e  b end in g over the p ain ting,  d oing  this,that. It's too pre t ty,  no, now it i s f ar l e s spre t ty and  s i mpl y over-worked. Or  maybe it' so k.  I simplyc an' tstand t his sta te of mind. T omorrow h opefullymo re w o r k o n it, at l east re- doing the lette r in g ofthe  poem,  w hic h got  kindo f m ussed  in th is  after noon' strauma,the face, the arms, the  shawl , the  ba ckground,  wh a tev er I cando f or the mag ic. 

S aturd ay, April  27, 20 13I mus t be running a te mpe r a tu re! This is s o  no t lik e m y  norma l st yle. A poem fragm e nt will be wri tten i nto  th i s wh en  it's closer t o f in i s hed. Pro ba bly into th e whitesp a ces i n thetowel.  Don't
 thinks)_and it_didn't work. So I_thought I'd_do_my Venus_with_gloves. Don't yet_know if it_'works.' This is still_in rough. Likely_take_me the rest of the day and night to finish to my satisfaction.

Wednesday, May_01,_2013

This painting_is_developing_into something that I find_embarrassing. And yet, it's also...not_too bad._The poem fragment is from my 'Suite of_Botticelli_Venus Poems' and_dang, I can see Renaissance and Pre-Raphaelite and something_distinctly literary (a sense of a_book plate coloured_in_instead_of an etching or_an ink drawing) and quite post-modern_(the whiff of pastiche, and it's_a little bit funny too, the butt)._It's driving me a little mad,_this painting. What emerges under_one's brush_is like the dreams we_remember - where_do they_come from? They_are a mystery. We simply try_to understand them.

What_I don't like - the background_doesn't_work all that_well_though_I can_now live with_it,_and the_arms._I did not work on this_part_of her sketch, intending to darken them_into background. Not sure_what_I'll do, tinker until_they're better, or perhaps glove_them. :)

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Really I_am not_sure what_is happening to me. I am kind of falling apart.

For days_in angst, torturing myself inwardly, trying_to get myself to_paint (show_is_in just over_2_weeks now),_meditating, etc., and then today it was_attack the_damn canvas time. So I did._With permanent inks, oils,_and_so on. Hours of struggle bending_over the painting, doing this, that._It's too pretty, no, now_it_is_far less pretty and simply_over-worked. Or maybe it's ok. I_simply can't stand_this state of mind. Tomorrow hopefully more_work_on it, at least re-doing the_lettering_of the poem, which got kind_of_mussed_in this afternoon's trauma, the_face, the arms, the shawl, the_background, whatever I can do for the magic.

Saturday, April_27, 2013

I must_be running a temperature! This_is_so_not like my normal style. A poem fragment will be_written into_this when it's_closer to finished. Probably into the white spaces in the_towel. Don't