Showing posts with label PAUSES OF PERUSAL. Show all posts
Showing posts with label PAUSES OF PERUSAL. Show all posts

Friday, April 20, 2012

pauses of perusal: woman asleep at a table (this is reassurance)



I've been thinking that the dark area in my new painting might be a problem. I want to paint a sort of matrix over it in another color. My mentor told me that would be a problem. He said I could use white, and then paint on top of that with the new color (red). He also said the red would turn brown in 50 years, and then proceeded to tell me I'd probably be dead by then anyway so who cares.

Today I went to the Met, which I've grown to love simply because of its amazing modern art collection in juxtaposition to a wonderful array of world art history, and landed upon Picasso's Woman Asleep at a Table. The only thing that struck me was the use of white over black and vice versa. Who cares if you can see it. It's wonderful actually, to see the artist's plight and his use of layers. While I'm not a huge Pablo fan, he just received a couple of points from me today.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

this is the first post

How does one start a blog about nothing?

I should have videotaped all my conquests, or at least wrote about them...or maybe taken photographs of my penis at different stages? Now I'm wondering, is it getting wrinkled? Have I pulled on it too much?

About six years ago a friend and colleague of mine told me that perhaps I had relied on my good looks for too long and that I should start a blog. Now everyone has a blog.

At least I've started now? Or better never?

Perhaps my looks haven't escaped me just yet. But this is a start to escaping my role as a sexy stuffed animal.