Back to the hardware store today to get more spraypaint. My color palette is growing. The cans runneth over their box. Now I have 2 boxes filled with cans. Most have lost their lids. How come the can can’t just be the color of the paint is what I want to know? I only intended to stock up on black, but ended up with all sorts of new shades to try.
Then I came home and went at those book covers. I had an idea I wanted to try. These aren’t finished. And the backs are hopelessly unlike the fronts. No matter I can’t let a little matter of coordinating fronts and backs get in the way of a perfectly good idea can I?
More news tomorrow from the stencil portrait front. I’m cutting a few new ones tonight. Ideas are racing down my neural pathways. My neuro transmitters are itching. My brain stem is humming. I need a drink. Someone’s not getting any sleep tonight and it isn’t the cat posse.
Here’s that collection of earth & water I’ve mentioned before. Pieces of places I’ve visited. Here’s that beautiful white sand beach of Carmel. There’s the fountain water from San Miguel. Look, the Aegean Sea is in that bottle right there. I’m constantly staring at my bottles and dreaming of trips to far away places.
Today I read a poem about Venice that I loved over on Soul Humming’s BLOG . Anyone who can see the beauty in the grittier parts of LA is a person after my own heart. I don’t think I’ve been to this blog before. Go take a look I think you’ll enjoy it as much as I did.
I sort of feel like I’m blowing my own trombone by pointing you over here, but it isn’t everyday that someone like Judy captures my alter ego in a stencil. Giddyup on over HERE and see what you’ve been missing!
Recently I came across THIS artist – Amanda Sears. Her work is over the top. Way over. I can’t figure out if she’s using stencils or silkscreen or something else…? Zip on over and prepare to be dazzled. Patterns, numbers, texture, and color. Oh Muchachos, I’m feeling feverish! Someone get me a cold compress.
I went to see one of Blaine Fontana’s shows at a Silverlake gallery earlier this year. His work induces a trance state.
Oh wait. Let me get my trombone back out. I added more Mailart to the photo album up there somewhere.