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angela_n_huntSeriously falling down on the picture blogging today. Sorry, folks. Life is...interesting. And not in the Chinese curse way. I actually have hope and am remarkably cheery today, which is a huge improvement over yesterday's complete made of assness.
Rental house hunt continues. Whee.
Countrywide Offensive continues. Operation OCC is advancing, soon to be followed by Operation AG and assorted other complaints to federal agencies. Oh yes.
The only bad thing about all the living stuff going on is that my art output has dropped to a trickle. Writing especially. Though I'm thinking of taking some time this weekend to bang out an abstract and lay groundwork for the next sky horse painting. I'm just going to have to fight and figure out which of the three ideas I have wants to be a painting. They all have equal demand on my brain. And I'm also back to wanting a wall sized canvas to paint again, which always stops me because of the cost. But damn it...
I look at the huge canvas sizes and start dreaming of really really BIG brushes and really really BIG sky horses and...some day. Some day I'll cough up for a six foot by six foot canvas. Though gods know where I would work on it. I'm going to be back painting in the front room when we move. Which is actually okay. Painting is something I can do while talking to other people. It doesn't require the quiet that the writing does.
And that's enough nattering on for me.
Rental house hunt continues. Whee.
Countrywide Offensive continues. Operation OCC is advancing, soon to be followed by Operation AG and assorted other complaints to federal agencies. Oh yes.
The only bad thing about all the living stuff going on is that my art output has dropped to a trickle. Writing especially. Though I'm thinking of taking some time this weekend to bang out an abstract and lay groundwork for the next sky horse painting. I'm just going to have to fight and figure out which of the three ideas I have wants to be a painting. They all have equal demand on my brain. And I'm also back to wanting a wall sized canvas to paint again, which always stops me because of the cost. But damn it...
I look at the huge canvas sizes and start dreaming of really really BIG brushes and really really BIG sky horses and...some day. Some day I'll cough up for a six foot by six foot canvas. Though gods know where I would work on it. I'm going to be back painting in the front room when we move. Which is actually okay. Painting is something I can do while talking to other people. It doesn't require the quiet that the writing does.
And that's enough nattering on for me.
