lost and found
Nobody likes Democrats more than me. Maybe Bill Clinton. Perhaps that funny looking man who's married to Mary Matalin. But I'm up there.
That said, my studio directly abuts the local Democratic headquarters. And they are a noisy bunch, let me tell you. With perhaps the exception of the day after the recent presidential debate.
I'm impressed.
Why?
Dog! Your restraint with the commas.
You talking about the whole 'perhaps' business?
Yeah.
I know. The urge to write "With, perhaps, the exception of..." was almost overpowering.
I can almost taste the donuts.
Pardon me?
The donuts. From the Commas Anonymous meeting.
I love the glazed ones.
In addition to sharing a wall, my space and theirs used to be one larger unit, divided by thin doors with painted-over glass panels. Which, as it turns out were really plastic, but you get the idea.
Anyway, one day a week or so ago, somebody was pounding on the wall and accidentally pounded on the plexiglass pane, knocking it through.
So today the man came to fix things. I wasn't sure if he was going to paint on my side, so I pulled St. Joan down as a precautionary measure ...
... and rolled it up.
Brief personal aside: The general preference here is that I'm the only person dripping paint on my paintings.
Anyway, lo and behold, the painting I've been looking for for weeks was stapled to the wall beneath her. Honestly, it got to the point that I was thinking I was going to have to unroll every painting in the archives to see if it was in there, mislabeled perhaps. I'd show you a picture, but it's not ready for primetime just yet.
But now I'm good. My relief is palpable.
And then there's this...
and this ....
Lordy, how much fun is this whole painting business?
The first one is a two by four canvas, stretched to exactly match the dimensions of the frame you see it filling in the second image. I was in one of the local antique stores and got a deal on the frame that I couldn't refuse. So I stretched this to fit. I think it's gonna be my Lichtenstein tester painting. It's called, tentatively, "Danny tells me his compensation package has never been bigger", or some such thing. It's a testament to the return of Wall Street salaries to 2007 levels.
Thank God. Because those boys were hurting.
Look at that image of the stretched canvas. Boyoboy, there is nothing quite as crisp as a sharp, perfectly proportioned, clean white canvas. Now you know why I paint women like St. Joan.
Classic proportions don't necessarily suggest 2'x4'.
I know. But it's still lovely to look at.
The pics are a bit blurry. Particularly the one in the frame.
iPhone. I wonder if my new one will take a sharper image.
Quick note for you completists: I'm listening to the "Stand By Your Man" album by Tammy Wynette. It's really quite stunning.
That said, my studio directly abuts the local Democratic headquarters. And they are a noisy bunch, let me tell you. With perhaps the exception of the day after the recent presidential debate.
I'm impressed.
Why?
Dog! Your restraint with the commas.
You talking about the whole 'perhaps' business?
Yeah.
I know. The urge to write "With, perhaps, the exception of..." was almost overpowering.
I can almost taste the donuts.
Pardon me?
The donuts. From the Commas Anonymous meeting.
I love the glazed ones.
In addition to sharing a wall, my space and theirs used to be one larger unit, divided by thin doors with painted-over glass panels. Which, as it turns out were really plastic, but you get the idea.
Anyway, one day a week or so ago, somebody was pounding on the wall and accidentally pounded on the plexiglass pane, knocking it through.
So today the man came to fix things. I wasn't sure if he was going to paint on my side, so I pulled St. Joan down as a precautionary measure ...
... and rolled it up.
Brief personal aside: The general preference here is that I'm the only person dripping paint on my paintings.
Anyway, lo and behold, the painting I've been looking for for weeks was stapled to the wall beneath her. Honestly, it got to the point that I was thinking I was going to have to unroll every painting in the archives to see if it was in there, mislabeled perhaps. I'd show you a picture, but it's not ready for primetime just yet.
But now I'm good. My relief is palpable.
And then there's this...
and this ....
Lordy, how much fun is this whole painting business?
The first one is a two by four canvas, stretched to exactly match the dimensions of the frame you see it filling in the second image. I was in one of the local antique stores and got a deal on the frame that I couldn't refuse. So I stretched this to fit. I think it's gonna be my Lichtenstein tester painting. It's called, tentatively, "Danny tells me his compensation package has never been bigger", or some such thing. It's a testament to the return of Wall Street salaries to 2007 levels.
Thank God. Because those boys were hurting.
Look at that image of the stretched canvas. Boyoboy, there is nothing quite as crisp as a sharp, perfectly proportioned, clean white canvas. Now you know why I paint women like St. Joan.
Classic proportions don't necessarily suggest 2'x4'.
I know. But it's still lovely to look at.
The pics are a bit blurry. Particularly the one in the frame.
iPhone. I wonder if my new one will take a sharper image.
Quick note for you completists: I'm listening to the "Stand By Your Man" album by Tammy Wynette. It's really quite stunning.
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