Still not painting, but I have been talking to the fish about it.
Sea bass.
Tag: photography
I can’t bring myself to pick up a paintbrush lately, I don’t know what is wrong with me.
(Old stale paint scraped off a palette and smeared on a white cloth. Sony DSC-HX1.)
I miss swimming. Even this toxic artificial lake looked tempting.
As I mentioned, I’ve been sentimental lately, for lack of a better word. Stupid, trivial things began to strike me as beautiful or important or desperately sad. More so than usual. I think it’s wearing off now but here are some photos of a seashell, which seemed tremendously necessary at the time.
Tree bark.
Tree bark.
The other thing I saw in the forest this week was tree bark. I took about 8 million photos of tree bark. And maybe it’s just because I’ve been drawing a lot of naked women lately, but to me some of them look distinctly gynaecological.
Sure, robins are cute. But they’re jerks. This one especially.
Opening a pristine tube of Chrome Yellow oil paint. I love when a fresh tube oozes a little binding agent/oil.
Can I just say what we’re all thinking? Paint is sexy as hell.
Home.