Full Moon
It's almost 2am. I have nobody
to talk to. My hands and fingernails are plastered with thick layers of
acrylic paint and gel medium. I have been totally insane this
afternoon/evening- rotating too many canvases to count. Building the
layers...moving on to the next one...and the next one...and the next
one... feeling like a painting robot. Yuck. Is this what being a full
time artist is about? Mostly for me- but every now and then I have a
breakthrough and feel all high, like I'm on a good drug, top of the
world, almost God-like feeling. Oh yeah...I live for those moments and
definately pay my dues in the meantime. Nights like tonight, though,
feel bad. I feel all alone and the moon is full and I feel more like a
werewolf than an artist. I've been snapping and snarling at everybody
tonight. Grrrrrrrr.... The dumbest things are setting me off on an
emotional rampage...RAAAAAWWWWRRRRRRRRRR...I think I'm going to go in
the backyard and start howling...or maybe go digging for
bones...LOL...Anyways- I doubt I'll get much sleep. That damn moon is
keeping me up. So- I guess I'll do art. The ideas are flowing and The
Muse is being a dominating bitch and I doubt she'll let me sleep
either.
-Lisa's Evil Twin.
-Lisa's Evil Twin.