Monday, June 30, 2008
So I borrowed my daughter's electric lawnmower. It was a saga... First I tried to sharpen the blade with my only Texas very small file. Then I went to buy a better blade, but they didn't have one. After that I left the blade in a shopping card and had to retrace my steps to find it. Etc. etc.
But the lawn is cut and Linda filled 17 bags with trimmings from the plants.
What will tomorrow bring?
Sunday, June 29, 2008
The mother and her little daughter sat on the floor reading books. The mother's head seemed 4 times larger than her daughter's. Lots of people waiting to be called were reading books.
I just made drawings, and read some newspapers left in the chair next to me.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Our daughter told us to go to the office in the downtown area because it doesn't take as long. We didn't listen to her.
Linda couldn't get a license because her birth certificate was only a souvenir from the hospital.
I made two drawings (maybe #2 will be posted tomorrow) and then walked around an asphalt track 4 or 5 times in 100 degree weather. The breeze felt good. I think it took two or three hours before my number (87) was called. The clerk was very nice.
You have to hand over your old license to get a new one. The woman from Kansas sitting a couple of seats down from me didn't like that. I didn't care.
Friday, June 27, 2008
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
I was afraid to paint in our motel room because I thought that I might get some paint on the carpet. Then I remembered that my paint was in one of many unlabeled boxes in our car three floors down, and I was too tired to try to find it anyway.
Luckily Linda had a pencil, and there was one scrap of paper that wasn't too slick to draw on. I tried to draw on the side with the type, but the pencil had thin leads and I couldn't compete with the dark type, so I drew on the other side.
Then I photographed the drawing...first straight on, and then at an angle. Yea, my figure seemed to come to life. Magic!
Monday, June 16, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
I've had a dozen blank canvasses for about a year, all 8" x 10"— the size of Edward Weston's negatives.
Today I made a genuine mess of one of them, so I did a quicky on a postcard in order to have something to post. I think it works pretty good.
Tomorrow I'll go make to the canvas and try to breathe a little life into it.
Friday, June 13, 2008
In 1964 I dropped out of college to read a stack of books. I started to paint and never read the books. A painter lived down the hall (another basement room in an old building) and taught me a few things, none of which I remember.
In 2007, 43 years later, I dropped out of college again (this time as a dean rather than a freshman) to read books and paint. I ended up writing poems, drawing, and learning a little about Buddhism. I stopped the writing when I discovered that I didn't know anything.
Now it is time to paint. Sometimes, like today, the paintings won't be very good. I beg your indulgence (is that the right expression?). I suspect that many good things come from failed attempts. I remember seeing a movie on the Wright brothers last week. They had some disasters until they improved their plane...and figured out how to fly it.
William Blake said that practice is art. My hope is that if I paint everyday I'll get better at it.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
I told my grandson Charlie what my teacher told me 60 years ago... that a work of art is finished when none of the original idea remains. So...