Oh, the horror. I know. I look at it and several choice lines from “Carrie” pop in my head.
So, here’s the thing: I hated the first version. I did. Her left arm was too short, one leg was inexcusably thicker than the other, and her vagina (well, her groin I mean, not her actual birth canal) looked weird. Can’t have that. Now she’s covered in what looks like blood, but at least her extremities are getting sorted.
I used my hate as an excuse to paint the next version of her using slow-dri medium. I’ve never used it before so, of course, instead of doing it the right way I mixed 1 part water with 1 part slow-dri, tossed it in a spray bottle and hoped for the best. The best didn’t come, but I don’t have proof in photos. More on the slow-dri debacle later. For now enjoy Carrie.
I didn’t stop forever, just for a while. I finished the Alice painting, which I will post once its owner gets her sexy mitts on it. In the meantime, here’s some weird shit I’m working on. I’m frustrated with it because, well, look at it. It’s a frustrating thing. I suppose that’s why it’s an in-progress picture and not a voila-done picture.
I don’t know what I’m saying. It’s been a weird few days. I’m out.
I keep neglecting to post here. Maybe it’s because I feel like words are required and, elsewhere, I just post pictures. So, that’s what I’m going to do for now. Post pictures.
I have been working on a few things lately, which is a big change from not working on anything. I’m also trying to learn how to make proper flourishes because I need them in my life, but it isn’t going as well as I want it to.
Next goal: To figure out this whole acrylic medium that slows drying time. Wooo! To mix in the paint or to spritz it on from a spray bottle? I don’t know yet. Hashtag learning.
It was completed the other day, I just failed to update here.
The night I finished it I had a stress dream. You know how once you stop driving after driving for hours, you feel like you’re still going? That night you might dream that you’re driving and repeatedly wake up in a panic, feeling as though you’re still behind the wheel? I also do that when I finish a painting that I spent a lot of time and energy on. The ones where I’m often holding my breath while I paint and screaming in my head “DON’T F*CK THIS UP”, because…motivation. Also, the husb felt it was necessary to tease me and say there was just a bit more to do to the painting right before I fell asleep. Just…a bit…more.
Most important thing is whether or not Grandma likes it. Hopefully I’ll get it shipped tomorrow and we’ll all know in a week. Fingers crossed, y’all!
I’ve been active with social media, but have failed miserably with updating here! I post update photos on Instagram and connect that to Facebook, Twitter, Flickr, etc…but not WordPress. My lack of updating is due to it being inconvenient. Another way to say it: I’m lazy, yo!
So, an update: I’ve been working on a 50 gallon rain barrel for a nonprofit called Wags4Tags here in Raleigh. They provide artists with rain barrels, the rain barrels are painted, then given back, and auctioned off at a fundraiser. Their mission is to rescue dogs from kill shelters (sadly North Carolina is chock full of them — we have the highest number in the States), train them to become service animals which are given to Veterans with emotional injuries, such as PTSD. For more info, go here: http://www.wags4tags.org/#!about-us/cjg9
For my barrel, I’m painting my typical landscape deal, nighttime on one side, daytime on the other. I’m hoping to make it fancy enough to be useful as inside decor, but I’m cool if it lives outside, too. As long as it raises the cash-money for charity!
A huge gap in posts for which I have no (reasonable) explanation. I was asked to paint a landscape similar to an earlier painting, so that’s what I’m doing. Of course, it doesn’t look exactly like the original, but I that’s okay.