Painting in my spot. My new studio room still needs some love and attention but my struggling art is needing more these days. I've been wanting to get more postcards made of my paintings but the big ones are too hard to photograph and get the colors and details that make for a great postcard and I hate most of my small paintings. I've been trying to make some new ones but I'm feeling a little rusty with the paint brush.
It only took me 21/2 weeks to come up with this disguise.
During my trip to NYC a few weeks ago I was eating in a restaurant with friends when one of them stopped mid-sentence to point out this painting.
Oh, it's just a painting of...wait...looking closer.... ...yeah that's right, there are horses "doing it" in the background. I'm hoping all of my blog readers are over 18 years of age and not offended by horse porn.
I accidentally gave myself two black eyes in this portrait. I went stupid while drawing. I can't believe this is #300. I didn't really think that I would make it this far. On one hand I'm really tired of taking pictures of myself and on the other hand I realize that I'll probably have some strange withdrawal from this project. I do wish that I had done more drawings so maybe for the next 65 I'll try to focus on that. I'm sort of having a self loathing phase with my art. I just don't feel like I'm as good as I used to be or as good as I could be but I guess I'm the only person who can do something about that. I think the winter blues are hitting me today. I really don't like the cold some days. I think this may be a long winter.
UPDATE: 300 does not follow 259. WOW. I actually have 100+ portraits left. UGH!
I actually feel hopeful. I can't believe this is really happening. There really is hope. I've been having a hard time these days and it feels so great to smile. This election means so much to so many people; people who aren't even here yet. Many generations from now will wonder how we ever elected George W. and why we elected 43 white guys before him. The face of America is changing or at least that face is finally being represented.
This has been one long week. I'm hoping that at this time next week there will be no trace of this on my face. My jaw and my sense of security is an entirely different story. I'm promising to make some art this week. I've been really distracted these days but I've got a lot of ideas so I'm hoping by making this promise here I will keep to it.