Maybe this painting won’t take as long as I thought in the end. I can already see parts that won’t change anymore that are fix, areas where my gaze wouldn’t “stumble”, areas that run smoothly.
Right now, I am balancing it out. I see a horizontal white stripe somewhere in the upper left and the light magenta will get several layer of dark magenta and the shape on the upper right that is yellow right now will also get layers of magenta. I love the dark magenta tone and I see it in the other painting I am working on simultaneously as well. It is a new color for me – I never used it in any of my paintings before. It is such a warm and comforting color
- it is like sitting on a shadily patio in a french wine country during a hot afternoon in the summer, crickets, smell of hey, warm wind and enjoying a deep red wine, something like Rioja ( spanish folks, please forgive me, I know it is not a french wine but it fits so well into this association.)
I always liked Rioja, its heavy dark body and the slight touch of port wine due to the time it stayed in a wooden barrel. These are the kind of associations that I have while painting. Color, surface and composition is very important to me.
In Progress – glowing lights, back pain and Björk
I had to take a short brake from painting for two days due to a sudden back pain that wouldn’t allow me to raise my arm or the paint brush in my hand. So I pretty much spend those two days looking at my paintings and finishing them in my mind what is fine with me too.
Yesterday, I did an emergency appointment with my Thai masseuse and after she walked my back and legs, teared at my head and spend over half an hour at my neck ( she knocked on the wooden subdivisions of the Thai massage place to illustrate how tight my back was! ) I finally was able to move my head and arms again though accompanied with some pain – still. I picked up the brush the same night and worked for a while at the big painting that is almost finished and gave the green lights of the freeway in this painting another layer. I am very excited about this one. It is so much fun. I love the glowing lights - this reminds me of the song Heirloom. I was so fortunate to meet another Björk fan in The Distillery during the Venice Art Walk this weekend and we were talking about those “glowing lights” in particular.
This is an extract of the lyrics of Heirloom:
I have a recurrent dream
Everytime I loose my voice
I swallow little glowing lights
My mother and son baked for me
And during the night
They do a trapeze walk
Until they’re in the sky
Right above my bed
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