One of my next paintings will be a nude of my true love holding a bottle of whiskey and wearing only a fedora. And cowboy boots. Maybe. Be afraid because he came up with this one himself. Except for the boots. Those are mine.
I just made a pan of brownies which is a sure sign of procrastination from painting. I was supposed to be sketching out a composition tonight so I could start the imprimatura tomorrow. When I finish writing this, yet another logical step of avoidance, I will start the process of self loathing which will lead to sleep deprivation due to the abusive yammering of my ever so loquacious inner voice.
Tomorrow I will wake-up inspired and motivated and full of passion, and I will create Great and Amazing works of Beauty. But only after I make a rhubarb pie. Mmmmm. Pie!
1 June 7th, 2005 at 4:29 am So then, Zane said,
The painting sounds nice…Maybe I can get my true love to pose for me too. Of course Burl doesn’t wear boots…
It’ll be nice to see some more works of beauty and a pie doesn’t hurt anything either.
2 June 8th, 2005 at 5:18 pm Then, Stacie said,
You have put a burning image in my mind. I’ll never look at him the same.
3 June 9th, 2005 at 3:24 pm And then, Jason Coleman said,
In all fairness, you started it with the comment of Jason posing. You’re the only one who finds that less than disturbing (sorry, J).
4 June 14th, 2005 at 7:48 am Kevin O'Mara said,
I hope I don’t misspell anything here but after thinking of Jam Master Jason J (naked as a) jaybird I’m a bit blind. It’s almost a bit theraputic, really. Not being able to see and having to use my other senses, that is. Also I get to go home from work now. Thank you!