My Brothah Is A Genius

I’m off for Lisbon in less than 48 hours.  Just call me pokey.  I’ve got a full-blown case of piddling.  Moving from one area of Moss Cottage to the other.  My peach trance has become a paint trance.  I’m aware now as I type this that the paint I’m most excited about have rich peach hues.  It’s unconscious.  Just following what I love around like a stray dog.  Tongue hanging out.  Ears drooping.  Tail wagging.  La di da.

These are those Fabriano scraps I told you about.  Odd little pieces, folded in half, painted, sprayed.  Squeezing out bright dollops of paint and blending them together.   In and of itself that activity is extremely rewarding.  More than rewarding.  Trance inducing.

After having my hairs did, by a professional this time, I visited with my brothah.  He’s heading off to Yosemite tomorrow.  Off on a week-long camping adventure.  We yacked about art and making stuff and more big ideas were exchanged.  A huge idea was hatched right in his studio at about 11:10am Pacific Standard Time.  I’ve been doing that a lot this summer – hatching ideas.  Makes me think of my dream of the giant chicken and the 3 enormous eggs dream from a few weeks back.