jaeleslie

I don't think I mentioned how much fun we had action painting last Friday. It was exhausting, but we got a lot started, all on unstretched unprimed canvas, very big pieces, which we hauled around the back yard, poured paint and sprayed it around with the hose, and had a hot day for it. I'd have more done if it hadn't been so interesting to see what the other three were doing with theirs. Afterwards I hauled three old canvasses upstairs to the garage and started working them over too. It is very cool to have a separate place to go to work, I find. And the weather has been lovely for it.

Also I had a couple of bags to paint. One is quite large with giant obnoxious logos on both sides, which are now covered with painting. I started painting gold gesso on the front of a white tunic, although I don't yet know what to do with it next. I painted my favorite sandals black, they used to be blue, then faded to dirty gray, looked terrible but they are still most comfy, now they look new! I thought about the poverty-striken artists of Paris (in Scenes de la Vie de Boheme) who used to do stunts like paint their feet when they had important interviews so no one could see the holes in their shoes. With all these crafty things I am kind of working up to the canvasses. Not spending much time at it, but trying for consistent effort.

On the other hand my feet have been killing me, and my back is as bad as it can be. Just the weather I suppose. The gym workout I had Monday afternoon actually was a bit of a strain. To add to the program of morning reading, I am going to try writing 2000 words a day this month.