EMERGE and white wings...

Well, here it is. Done.

At least i think it's done.

I sometimes have to sit with it 

for a few days before i decide.

Not sure about the title...

EMERGE keeps coming to mind.

I just looked up a definition that reads:

Sea mammals must emerge periodically to breathe.

Yeah, sounds about right these days.

My apologies for the crappy photos.

Last night's painting is basically a "paint over".

(what you see here is already painted over)

I had done a painting a few years back

and hated it.

Every time i saw the painting in my studio,

i wanted to paint over it.

So i finally did,

and this one sits with me

far more comfortably than the other one did.

a few earthy, neutral colors...

and this little being was born.

I think this is the first time i've ever painted

in such neutral colors.

At least on canvas.

Maybe i just felt totally colored out

after EMERGE

and needed to get back to basics...

back to a more pure nakedness.

xoxo

risk life & sad girl

On some nights, i feel a real lack of inspiration.

Last night was one of those nights,

but still, i felt like painting,

so i decided to doodle.

Doodling is like bubble gum for the brain.

Sometimes, we just need to recharge

and not over think or over analyze things.

Doodling is great for this,

although  I think i need to let loose more.

My doodles seem a little too organized

and logical.

:-)

Then this morning,

I felt a little more inspired,

although perhaps not blissfully happy. 

:-)

Do you ever feel sometimes

like you're putting on a happy face,

when in reality, on this particular day,

you're not really that happy?

That's what i was thinking about this morning,

and about how some days

are just more difficult  than others

for some people.

After i finished the painting

I still felt like something was missing

until i added the words.

As soon as the words were part of it,

i knew it was done.

Nothing for the Louvre,

but I kinda like her.

:-)

sketchbook project

Started out with a bit of paint & collage...

I wanted to do a portrait on the right side of the page, and i don't know how it happened,

but here's what i did... 

Smack dab in the middle.
Or at least more in the middle than i wanted it to be.

I guess i misjudged the "right side of the page".

Then I started getting excited with the browns & before i knew it,

i had hidden most of the words on the page. :-( 

You can see a few words peeking out here & there

but this wasn't really what i had in mind.

Sometimes, things don't always work out the way

we envision them. :-)

This is Sylvia Plath. 

She was an American poet & writer,

and the mother of two children.

After years of struggling with depression,

and a breakup with her husband,

at the age of 31, she committed suicide.

She died in 1963 - the year I was born.

I think her writing is beautiful

and her life very sad.

Wishing you all a great weekend!

I know i'm happy it's Friday. 

xoxo

michael jackson

a quick outline...

...add some browns

 

and black & blue. 

I heard something on the news last night that inspired this painting.

Michael Jackson supposedly kept motivational tapes under his pillow.

The tapes are reported as giving messages like "you are a good person" and "you are worthy"...

The whole thing just made me sad.

The idea that he still needed someone - a stranger on a tape - to tell him that he was "good"

made me think that he must have felt such emptiness inside.

Michael has been described as the king of pop, a pedophile, an addict,

and a musical genius.

Maybe he was all of these things, but whenever i see him, i just see suffering.

Those eyes were definitely suffering eyes, regardless of how much his body was dancing.