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.
Painting. It’s not just somehing I do while waiting for the psyche meds to kick in, it is pretty much my life. This unfinished painting will probably be called “The Cuckoo and The Nightingale” when it’s finished. It measures 30″ x 24″.