I cooked up a scheme tonight that involves hiding my drying paintings in the attic so Grammie won’t fuck with them, and started on what I think is going to be an awesome painting.
This one is on a 24×18 canvas, so it should look pretty impressive once it’s done. I need to get a few more tubes of paint (I’m still so pissed at Grammie for throwing out my oils after what, two years?) to actually do most of the colors, but I think it’s going to look awesome. I’m not sure about the background…I wish I could paint photorealistically, I think I’d have it hovering over a landscape. I should do some experimentation with at least some realism, although I’m only really interested in it for use in surrealism.
This is kind of a nonsequitur, but I love this pic of me in the mardi gras mask.
And here’s Valerie and I that same night:
Watched La Notte, the second in Michelangelo Antonioni’s trilogy. I fucking love Monica Vitti. She is beyond hot. In the movie, she’s reading this book, The Sleepwalkers and the Marcelo Mostrianni guy is entranced that she’s reading it (so now I have to get it on Amazon). I just love literary references that art film directors of the sixties wrote into their movies.