then things got a little more interesting.
This one is a great time, through and through. It's a long one to paint.
Portraits are like that though. You have to paint forward into the future, in an odd way, and all of the work has to flow in that same way. At least that's why I think capturing a likeness is such a primal work of magic. But how I paint at this point, there's not going to be any points awarded for classical figure work. Or portraiture. I dunno what I'm getting points for but it's not gonna be for being easy on the eye.
LOOK HOW FANTASTIC THAT DITHERING IS!!!!!
The painting is really good, easily the first really incredible piece in the series after the first 4 (I feel like 5,6,7,8 were lesser) But this photo of part of it, by random chance turned out so awfully good.
Pretty easy to realize it's ten years later so you better have ten paintings but nope turns out you only had four ideas in the past ten years, at least as far as 6 ft square canvases to paint on goes. Lots of other thoughts that don't have anything to contribute. Might as well push on through though and see if you strike gold. This painting was a magical moment. Also absolutely none of the amazing qualities of the interference colors or metallics come through in photos, oh well.
Woof. I made that image happen out of nothing! The magic of art is real! I'm god! No wait, I'm better than god! God's a cheap amateur with all the power and the juice and we still have all this nonsense, I made all this shit with my goddamn hands in a garage and it hasn't resulted in any kind of atrocity! Am I saying this painting is better than all of creation? Probably, it's hard to tell what the fuck I'm on about sometimes. I think I just like putting sentences together. And obviously jokes , blasphemy, and rudeness is my love language.
Painting No. 8 "Better and Better"
Maybe that wasn't even how the painting looked finished. Who fucking cares, it's already been burned. Next!
Ever develop thoughts or feelings? You fucking idiot. How old were you?? How childish and embarrassing. You felt like connection and exploration was a glorious opening of things in yourself and the world you had both in yourself and out? Felt like you were seeing a wider brighter future?
Sounds like you were off your fucking meds sweetpea, or maybe you're just terminally simple. Drink some water and go to sleep and wake up better or don't wake up so lowhearted and nonsensical.
Just kidding go ahead and keep feeling things with an intensity that threatens to overwhelm and destabilize, that's probably the human experience.
Oh uh.
Shit.
Okay.
Whoops.
Sorry, didn't know.
Yep yep, you're right.
My bad.
Yep.
Shoot, sorry.
Oh that sucks.
Sorry about that!!
A ghost just ran across and it took the time to give me the middle finger before it flew off into the night sky.
Oh this is a portrait too? Looks like a different kind of portrait. Still pretty, but what happened here?
Is this a portrait of a person or a place or a portrait of something that happened?
It looks like a lot of older work you used to do.
I don't think the word portrait is being used correctly here.
Everythings beautiful til it's even more so. Sometimes you point and shooting stars appear together. Sometimes a bell rings. Sometimes the sun shines.
The sun is ringing like a bell. That's not hyperbole, that's factual. Don't ask me to cite my sources, I'll bleed.
Kinda Pretty, Pretty Mean, Mean Well,
Well Kinda, Kinda Pretty, Pretty Mean,
Mean Well, Well Kinda, Kinda Pretty,
Pretty Mean, Mean Well, Well Kinda.
-Thinking Bug Offensive, "Doing My Best"
I absolutely cannot believe I painted this. This crappy photo really doesn't do it justice. It was such a beautiful part of the painting to sink into.
Now that it's burned, this photo is the best evidence available of how beautiful it was.
Ahh, the dithering. Delightful.
No.9 "Ripped In Two Places."
And there was another one, the last one, that never got finished and even thought it was also really good I can't be bothered to find a photo of it because who cares they all get destroyed anyway, that's the only reason I make art apparently is to destroy it.
I'm sure there's a metaphor in there, too bad I'm too bored to see it.
Anyway! Hoo ha! On to the next thing!