Thursday, Oct. 21, 2004 - 4:40 a.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Watercolor Leaves Control Study
But I DID get the changes done for my adult language textbook client. I did get the changes done for my lost socks client, I did get my comics page done. I did get to see my friend sing tonight (it was good) and I did manage to spend almost three hours painting with my new watercolors and then finding all the shit I need to drag with me to class tomorrow.
Ack... dragging water jars, palette, 20x30" sheets of paper, brushes, kleenex, paints, paper towel, you name it.
And what the fuck happened at the art supply store the other day? I remember looking at the colors. I remember comparing yellow ochre to gamboge yellow. I remember counting out in my basket "two yellows, three reds, three blues, and three colors for myself".
How in heavens name do I end up with one yellow and two of the same color red (ie 4 reds)? How? If I wanted to be really paranoid I would think that the people working there got tired of me, and over and above their "that teacher doesn't like it if you buy yellow ochre and burnt sienna as well... she only permits the colors she demands..." that they stole my gamboge yellow and gave me a second cadmium red medium. It is the color I hate the most. Cadmium red medium. Some stupid orangey red color with no pizzaz. No way I want two.
Thank god I bought the yellow ochre, which is fairly close to the gamboge... so I will have to go back to the store tomorrow before class and exchange the red for the yellow I am lacking so I dont get shit in the class.
In the meanwhile I offer you this not very wild and crazy portrait of three fall leaves, painted with one bogus not-allowed color. I figured I would do just a reasonably good job of it, so I can see what the contrast is to doing wild and crazy, experimental new shit as my work develops. This is like the base sample.
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Now I have scanned that in, packed it, run around the house picking up "textured" items to drag with me to class tomorrow, and am ready to hit the pillow.
I just wish I were actually sleepy. Dang.
It is hard to go to bed "early" cuz I lie there awake. Dang again.
Here is my horoscope for Wednesday, October 20:Who knows what that means!?
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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