Today’s painting is brought to you by the letters P I O O M & A! (As in “pulled it out of my ass”.) I didn’t have a photograph to use for the image I wanted, so I figured I’d just cross my fingers and hope it didn’t come out looking like the Michelin Man attacking the yellow brick road. Mom’s going to chuckle to herself when she sees this one, because she’ll remember me whining about how boring and lame landscapes are and how much I hate painting them- which was true years ago. I felt like every piece of “art” I ever saw for sale in a Bed, Bath and Beyond or on the wall at Aaron Brothers was some boring collection of “happy little trees”.. snore, puke, asphixiation threat from snoring and puking at the same time, etc.
But now that I’m a little older and I live closer to the wilderness than I did when I was in the bay area, I enjoy the compositions that nature makes and the big blocks of color. I don’t enjoy painting every tiny little leaf, mind you, (remember- impatient!) but I have found a way to like doing them, as I discovered today, working on this thing.
I expected it to be stormy again all day but it was clear this morning, for the most part. I really love the drive out to Folsom because it’s so beautiful. The farther out you get into gold country, the more the city structures begin to fall away. The far-off Oaks make blue blotches against the yellow hills. The giant white cotton ball clouds come creeping over the Sierras with cold wind puffing them up, and on a handful of days, we get a nice, deep blue sky.
Unfortunately, most other days the sky is hazy from aerial spraying. Next time it looks like a couple of pilots are playing tic-tac-toe, remember the word “chemtrails” and google it. That’s why there’s a thin white line there in the sky, in contrast to this meringue of a natural cloud, which I textured a bit with a palette knife. I don’t know why the blue and yellow is so stuck on me lately, but I guess I’ve got to just go with it until it’s done- which may be never. I always seem to come back to the primaries. Here it is straight-on:
3 thoughts on “Day 13”
P.S. Thinking of you with the “PIOOMA” abbreviation, Auntie Shel!
I was waiting for chemtrails to get a shout out! 😉
I love this really rich blue and all the textures. I am totally with you on the “art” at Bed Bath & Boring (as Rosalie calls it) and Aaron Brothers. Its usually always a snooze… but thats when I get my chance to be like Simon from American Idol (you can tell what I was watching last night :)) and say how its all a bunch of rubbish, garbage, and is making me ill.
I hope one day your bright cheery paintings will be in there to replace all the lameness.
Yep, it was inevitable. I do like what they have sometimes, but other times, I just feel like it’s totally soulless mass-produced copies. Glad you’re with me on that. 😉 Dude, some crazy psychics off of twitter randomly “read” one of my paintings- without me asking for it. Hilarious! Check it out on the facebook fan page!