for theresa

looking for peace

can't sleep

please ignore the dark shadow in the middle of this piece

I had sold this piece at last year's Open Studio to two women, one of whom I saw today (yes, I did leave the house for a moment). 

She mentioned this painting and I remembered painting it.  I decided to post it even though the photo of it has a big shadow in the middle of it.  I will have to get  Mary Anne to show me how to fix it in Photoshop.  

I have done a little work this weekend and have a little, tiny, eensy bit of hope that I will be okay if I do the things I need to do.  Sorry if that sounds vague but I don't know you very well, do I?

water logic

radical acceptance, thinkin' 'bout

positive intentions

another

one still life - lemon

a repeat

Hyde Park ArtScene

I will be there in my  booth Saturday, July 19, from 4 - 9 pm. 

Please come.

today

Emotion.  Words.

Waste.  No clear delight.

No light under my fingers.  The room, The

Walls, silent & deadly.  Not

Music

-Leroi Jones

Note to self

Continuing to regularly post this paintings and drawings - sending my work out into the cyber ether - is a large part of my studio practice.  Right now, in fact, with this latest episode of depression I was not able to do anything other than my little sketchbooks.  

I started this blog (hate that word) - this Painter's Journal to move me into developing a more rigorous and conscious practice.  And I suppose it is in a very slow way.  Or maybe its the analysis, or maybe its the medicine, or maybe its the love of a good woman.  Who knows. I find myself thinking of what to post, what I will use for a title and, especially, I wonder, "does anyone look at this crap? If they do why don't they respond in some way? What the Fuck??'  

It feels lonely but important to me.  So I  continue.  By keeping this journal I am talking to myself, to the artist in me and I am saying, "Come on! You can do it! Keep working. Keep trying."

Analysis

Well, it does feel this way sometimes.

Less dead

The Red Wheelbarrow

so much depends

upon

a red wheel

barrow

glazed with rain

water

beside the white 

chickens.

  --William Carlos Williams

Struggling.  Of course, the fact that I can even say that is proof (to me) that I am somewhat better today. 

For the first day of summer

Saturday post