Painting, where have you been my whole life??
this morning
my pirate's booty from last night
my dreamy fisherman
the lights of the shopping center where I work beneath highway 1 next to the giant sand dune that people write messages in with debris
It was a good, long workday. Went to Barney's for beer and he made soup just for me since I don't eat sausage, but him and Billy had sausage, and we all had beer. Foggy. Can't remember the last time I saw the sun sink in the sea. It looks like 7a.m. all day long. While I'm working, and bored while customers ask dumb questions and fight with their messy purses to find debit cards, I think how gross it looks outside the windows in the parking lot, it looks the way the thing sounds that the dentist puts under your tongue to suck out all the spit. But it feels better than it looks, it feels like a cold sauna, like walking at night in a disneyland ride, like vacations in humid places. The beach is usually empty, because people overlook beauty not spotlit by sunshine. More solitude for us then. There was an abundance of bird skulls, but no caught fish, and the antique dump is excreting the most beautiful colors of sea glass and pottery from days when there was only black and white film, from the days when the first booms of sardines were probably eaten off in the times of the Canneries. It satisfies my inner archaeologist, I'm totally going start collecting sanded chunks of pottery past for a someday mosaic something. The bird skulls? I have some ideas~
I finally was able to finally paint something. I think the last time I painted anything I was in 3rd or 4th grade, it didn't turn out how I wanted but it's a good start. I like the many things a single paintbrush can do, but I'm not so sure about watercolors, I think I'll try acrylic. Immensely satisfying. I painted blue wings
my pirate's booty from last night
my dreamy fisherman
the lights of the shopping center where I work beneath highway 1 next to the giant sand dune that people write messages in with debris
It was a good, long workday. Went to Barney's for beer and he made soup just for me since I don't eat sausage, but him and Billy had sausage, and we all had beer. Foggy. Can't remember the last time I saw the sun sink in the sea. It looks like 7a.m. all day long. While I'm working, and bored while customers ask dumb questions and fight with their messy purses to find debit cards, I think how gross it looks outside the windows in the parking lot, it looks the way the thing sounds that the dentist puts under your tongue to suck out all the spit. But it feels better than it looks, it feels like a cold sauna, like walking at night in a disneyland ride, like vacations in humid places. The beach is usually empty, because people overlook beauty not spotlit by sunshine. More solitude for us then. There was an abundance of bird skulls, but no caught fish, and the antique dump is excreting the most beautiful colors of sea glass and pottery from days when there was only black and white film, from the days when the first booms of sardines were probably eaten off in the times of the Canneries. It satisfies my inner archaeologist, I'm totally going start collecting sanded chunks of pottery past for a someday mosaic something. The bird skulls? I have some ideas~
I finally was able to finally paint something. I think the last time I painted anything I was in 3rd or 4th grade, it didn't turn out how I wanted but it's a good start. I like the many things a single paintbrush can do, but I'm not so sure about watercolors, I think I'll try acrylic. Immensely satisfying. I painted blue wings