tick tock tock clock.
this one's kind of scary. still life with death mask. It's from a frightful time last year when I had some phobia about flying.
no way to really appreciate this one on the blog. first of all, it's 22" x 30" so the scale just changes everything.
color---- an appreciation
decided to cut the corner off the edge. It's not right but I did it anyway. I haven't read Becket, not in a long time. I saw Godot last summer, two bums and a burgher. it hardly felt like the greatest play of the XXth century. Better than Thurber Country or The Crucible but not something to get excited about. kind of a commentary. The Chairs of Genet is 10 x more disturbing but feels like what happens and not the idea of what happens.
once on a trip to Ireland I went off by myself and went climbing on the rocks by ocean. I stood on a rock I'd reached under a cliff and sang for a while. there was a good acoustic with the rock and the water. the tide came in and I had to take my shoes off and roll up my pant legs. I don't think anybody saw.
John Marin figured big in my art appreciation course but I must say that it took me a long time to much appreciate him. it goes against my basic expressionist excessiveness. and the level of detachment makes me a little bit uncomfortable.
last minute. I just envisioned color going into the drawings. my stomach is growling. I'm seeing color fields with drawings over them.
I thought my heart was untouched but now finding out what it really is... yikes!
Been listening to Tristan und Isolde lately. it's so beautiful. it really really sucks.