I didn’t finish a painting today. Thought I was almost there with a little painting about a horse, but I was Cecilia Gimenezing the hell out of that horses’s face, so I’ll let that thing sit for a while. Spent most of the day, some much needed time, with my family. My husband made me a delicious Valentines Day dinner. I hate guns. I hate the NRA.
Here is a 12″ x 12″ in progress and a corny song – the first song I can remember really liking. I was 3 or 4 years old when first I heard its tinny sound coming out of the transistor radio on the top of the refrigerator, and I thought there were tiny people inside there, singing for me.
Oil on canvas, 5″ x 5″. The dog is imaginary, but I like scruffy looking terrier faced dogs in general- and I think they bear a facial resemblance to some wolf spiders, the teddy bears of the spider world.
The tragic shooting in Tucson has been on my mind a great deal. I watched Obama’s speech and wept. The invocation of “mental illness” and the attitude that this explains it all and we need look no further troubles me. Writing for Slate, Vaughan Bell addresses this issue here.
“…it’s likely that some of the people in your local bar are at greater risk of committing murder than your average person with mental illness.”