Resurfacing.
Dateline: Boulder, CO, kitchen
Such a simple list of ingredients,: A little frustrated sexual energy, some energetic music, and a bunch of paint. I usually keep any two of the three on-hand... can't believe I don't mix them more. Guess I can blame Nick, he usually makes sure I don't have any of the first available on weekends.
It started out simply enough this afternoon. Hate to just toss those almost-empty colors. What the heck, a line here, a block there. Started to develop into a decent abstract, quasi-mondrian. But it was missing something... it needed scope! Lucky I had two more 80"x30" canvases. (Actually, have 6... but a triptych is enough. It's a small house.)
I set the two newcomers on either side, and the pattern evolved. Further from the center, it became non-linear, more organic shapes. By the edges, I had the table covered in plastic, and was blending colors like a latex wielding swedish chef. I may have borked a few times, I definitely laughed. While I was enjoying myself, I decided to open the windows. Just in case. ;-)
Turned out better than I'd hoped. I sat down on the floor and treated myself to a beer while I looked at it. Successful or not, I didn't feel the need to change anything about it... which is pretty damned unusual for me. I'm a perfectionist, and rarely one to leave well enough alone. Here, I just enjoyed.
Sadly, I have no walls on which such a work would fit. And besides, these closet doors already have a higher (or, rather, lower) calling. So I painted over them. A pure, uniform white.
I have to say, I like knowing there is something under there. Something of me, even if no one else will ever see it.
Or, maybe I should just get some actual art supplies next time.
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Such a simple list of ingredients,: A little frustrated sexual energy, some energetic music, and a bunch of paint. I usually keep any two of the three on-hand... can't believe I don't mix them more. Guess I can blame Nick, he usually makes sure I don't have any of the first available on weekends.
It started out simply enough this afternoon. Hate to just toss those almost-empty colors. What the heck, a line here, a block there. Started to develop into a decent abstract, quasi-mondrian. But it was missing something... it needed scope! Lucky I had two more 80"x30" canvases. (Actually, have 6... but a triptych is enough. It's a small house.)
I set the two newcomers on either side, and the pattern evolved. Further from the center, it became non-linear, more organic shapes. By the edges, I had the table covered in plastic, and was blending colors like a latex wielding swedish chef. I may have borked a few times, I definitely laughed. While I was enjoying myself, I decided to open the windows. Just in case. ;-)
Turned out better than I'd hoped. I sat down on the floor and treated myself to a beer while I looked at it. Successful or not, I didn't feel the need to change anything about it... which is pretty damned unusual for me. I'm a perfectionist, and rarely one to leave well enough alone. Here, I just enjoyed.
Sadly, I have no walls on which such a work would fit. And besides, these closet doors already have a higher (or, rather, lower) calling. So I painted over them. A pure, uniform white.
I have to say, I like knowing there is something under there. Something of me, even if no one else will ever see it.
Or, maybe I should just get some actual art supplies next time.
.