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debt toll
dealers and wheelers suck merlot
eaters and bleaters can’t say no
beggars and peggers know full well
there will be HELL to pay–then a knell
debt toll
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Smart Pooch
So Veronica doubles down on her faith in my artistry by giving me a SECOND set of oil pastels, this one made by Grumbacher, a fine and venerated brand. (Grumbacher and Liquitex were the only brands of acrylics I ever bought as an art student.) She says, “If one of your things ever ends up in the Louvre, maybe you’ll give me some credit . . . ?”
I will give her credit in advance. One fine day at least one of my oil pastels will hang in the Louvre, and I will owe it all to her.
But it won’t be this one, though there is some energy here, and a good choice made of dark paper. This one is overdone–I didn’t know when to stop–and still unbearably clumsy.
Smart Pooch
Such a pup
Makes us so
Avid to go
Romp, etc
Thru Truth
green paper
The oil pastel adventure continues. Today’s lesson was Using a Limited Palette. I also changed my stroke strategy to include ittybittycircle strokes.
A few decades ago it was the vogue to call an in depth profile on a topic of interest a “white paper.” This is an address on environmental concerns, so it’s Green.
Words:
Given: A Metabolism needs its ATP
Rituals involve a substance-smoke or wine or tea
Eagle feathers, balls on tethers, Nana’s chicken soup
E-mail, retail, CRUISIN’ in a two-tone bitchen coupe
Now we need to prove we’ve got the stuff to LOOP the looper
THANK YOU!!! (oil pastel exercise 2)
This second exercise did not take long, I having learned from the first that simpler is better. I’m also learning that it’s not necessary to grind the pastel into the paper as if it were spackle into a wall. And going from the inside out seems to be better than outside-in.
THANK YOU!!! for your kindly attention.
Pastel (exercise)
Here’s a couple of hours of work, and a couple of baby steps toward the hundred-mile goal of Oil Pastel mastery. I remember sensei Darlene Goto’s words on a blackboard, more than forty years ago: ART IS WORK!! It is if you’re serious about it.
alginate crosses vinyl
Something tells me that my path to proficiency with oil pastels will involve coloring-book-style exercises at first, so I’m unrustifying my pen and ink skills to prepare for making coloring book cards. This is the first such. Words just naturally snuck in and took over . . .
Jones/Kelly
I am really proud that this one exists. First, I had cards but no pencil or pen. I went out of my comfort zone and asked a fellow train waiting person if she had a pen or pencil. The sweet, thinnish, abuelitaesque lady handed over a pen, refusing payment. (Before we got on the train I wrote THANK YOU and my signature, so at least she has a Thank You card.)
On the ride to work I first did JONES on the left side, KELLY on the other. Then I wrote and then drew as fast as I could scribble, with no photo source nor other reference material-just me, the card, and a ballpoint pen I’d just met.
Wotds:
Just a nod 2 2 exceptional folk
O for a punch/line–pray tell us the joke
Nothing so doing-got nothing 2 sell
Effortless focus has set for a spell
Spirit then rises swellingly–GRACE & GRACE live (d) tellingly
diss’d grace
dredging desires daydreaming
irradiant impulses linger
sanctimonious desiderata
swap chanting for music
‘d seem slight’s sacrilege
Cosmic Scheme
“Now here’s my plan,” says one celestial object to another. The other’s response is “??”
And, Friends, your response to this card may well be “??” as well. Mine would be. This is what I can tell you: I was committed to using oil pastels today; thought a ballpoint pen would help; began with the notion that “cosmic scheme” might mean not only The Way Things Play Out, but also The Insidious Plot of One Or More Celestial Objects; suddenly realized it was Sunday, and I had fifteen fewer minutes to play than I thought; got it done at breakneck speed, though badly, and missed the bus anyway because I’d left my bus pass and the cardholder containing it at the apartment.
It may be rationalizing nonsense, but I will argue that all that happened enabled this creation of mine, horribly flawed as it is, reflect its subject matter to near-perfection. The creation of our local Universe was a messy and chaotic thing indeed.
The words:
Create your particle accelerators
Out of nothing geodesic
Singularity splits-CRASH
Making TIME & SPACE a creche
In a place where orgasm
Consists of plasma and biome
klee as beau
Here concludes the mini-est of mini-series, a two-part on Paul Klee.
Kaiser’s soldier, bastard’s father–what a honeycomb
Lepidoptery in artwork gave his soul a home
Elegance on canvas–hey, let’s give the man his due
Eucharistic vision fair reveals his apercu
One with Clay, Image and Text 