That time, again

So, to keep you all up-to-date...

1) Later today, I am going to try doing another charcoal piece 'for fun', in the same spirit of expression (whatever that means) as the plethora of heads one, but more personal of a viewpoint. One on one with two individuals, a mother and child probably. A little flavor of Kathe Kollwitz.

2) I was in a car wreck with my bike the middle of this week. They were coming to a halt, ready to pull into the street, I was on the sidewalk, perpendicular to them, looking to the right. They stopped and I and my bike crawled over their passenger side bumber and sat/laid on their hood. After a few seconds, I rolled my back off the hood, looked back and mouthed, I'm okay. The two college girls were both wide-eyed and wide-mouthed. The driver bounded out and lavished me with concern and I felt like the British biker in one of the National Lampoon movies who was hit by Chevy Chase who kept apologizing while he was saying he was alright.

(Oh, and it's true, you do see stars! When I stood up, the edges of my vision were oh, so slightly darkened and there they were. Yes, the little points of yellow light floating around. A million Tinkerbells all hovering, puckering up for me. It was fascinating! Fantastic! It holds the same fascination that looking at a bright light does, if your eyes are a little moist and you're looking through your eyelashes. If you haven't tried this, you simply must! I swear you're seeing a reflection of the back of your eye. Just like at the optometrist when she shines the light into your eye and you see the red and yellow image floating just between you and the doctor, who's breathing in your face while you try not to grin.)

So, we traded information, much to their reluctance at first. I replaced the chain on my bike, checked my slightly scraped elbow and was on my merry way. It was quite exhilerating though. A brush with death to remind one of life. Thus Aesop ends his fable (but it was true).

3) After looking up "Es muss sein" from Doug's blog, I got the book and am now thoroughly enjoying reading it. It runs very similar to Lost/Cosmos in that it's not merely fiction, philosophy (study of life, 'love of wisdom') bolsters it. The flow is like a bubbling brook, little ripples of narrative and cold truth splashing my ankles. Ah....how soooooothing.

Oh, and why the bowler hat, Rene Magritte used the same symbol. What does it symbolize? I need to look this up.

4) Finally, yesterday I was outside for six hours painting a 4'x6' square with chalk. I used Bellow's Stag at Sharkey's as my model, reducing it to a black/white/yellow color composition. It turned out alright, not breathtaking, but different from the Elvis's, rainbows, Jimi Hendrix's, and colorful gradiants of most other pieces. I had two guys duking it out in full figure, knocking the "bajeebers" out of each other. The ref barely missing a blow to the face and the thirsty crowd below and behind, egging them on. Hm, violent sidewalk art, a little oxymoronic perhaps.


voir tu bientôt!