Gregg and I do crossword puzzles, thanks to Unkie Dave. A clue was “artist with a melted clock”. The boys say the key to comedy is surprise. I think a painting should surprise the painter. I can’t tell about all of the rest of you, maybe I’m easily surprised.
Rock me baby!
We had a nice Fourth, porching. It rained which may have frustrated the fireworks crowd, but I bet the local firefighters were just as glad as I for the moisture.
Rock, paper, scissors
I think the rock looks a little more solid. But guess what? I got to paint today, and that’s what’s most important. Even if I throw it in the garbage, I got to paint it!
I am a rock
Not really. However, I tried to incorporate the looseness I had in the self portrait. The rocks and snow have been kicking my butt. Part of it is I don’t know what it is that I’m trying to accomplish. Are they just exercises in texture? Gregg, my barometer, has not been very impressed by the rocks, but he was with the self portrait. I know it isn’t the subject, it’s the attitude and paint handling. So this rock is going to have a little attitude! Happy Birthday all fellow Cancers.