Monday Oils, and Video of Me Packing Heat
A Left-handed Breeze Painting the Wind Right-handed 2026. Oil on paper, 18 x 24"
I am enjoying the routine of these paintings. Strong 18 x 24" paper. I’ll do a couple hundred before long. I mentioned before that I have the April energy bug. I just want to paint most of the day. Meals, laundry, using the toilet... All that nonsense gets in the way. It’s a great time to produce because Spring brings hope, and my brain gets tricked into thinking that hard work will pay off. Also, the grass and garden is slow to grow, even if the breeze is fresh and calling me outside to play. I can ignore the call for now. In May it won’t be so easy. Then I’ll rise with the singing of the 4 a.m. birds, and make my paintings in the dark before sticking my fingers in the dirt.
I’ve hung up clothesline around the studio and am hanging my new paintings to dry.
Friends In Ireland Heart Attacking 2026. Oil on paper, 18 x 24"
Circus Horse, Rocking Horse, Reigns 2026. Oil on paper, 18 x 24"
Sometimes You Win Cowboy and Horse Stepping Out of the Bog, Sometimes You Lose 2026. Oil on paper, 18 x 24"
You Know If I Can't Imagine It, It Probably Can't Be Real 2026. Oil on paper, 18 x 24"
What a Dog Smells at the Field Days 2026. Oil on paper, 18 x 24" 2026. Oil on paper, 18 x 24"
Here is a video of me spring cleaning, packing up 91 22 x 30" paper paintings for posterity and beyond:
Some of your titles make me laugh. I like the What a dog smells...I beter don't ask mine, although we might smell the same just interpret it in a different way.
Interesting you hang your paintings to dry. I just put them on the floor.
As I can see in the video you have a lot of "administration" to catch up with.
Enjoy the Spring, my time is mostly outside, the grass (and weeds) grow faster than I can mow. No time for hands into the dirt except if it comes to digging a grave (still on the to-do-list).
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P.s. is it more fun to paint big or small?
Ha, ha! You might consider a Tibetan sky burial. Saves on labor:)
My cat sleeps with me, so I guess my scent does not offend too much.
I also put my paintings on a table or the floor. For the floor, I fear the rains and our sump pump’s longevity. The tables are covered with drying oils, so I hang some clothesline.
I have much to do, and it’s daunting. So I do nothing but stand there, or go make more art that I have no room for. I think I should follow your lead and tend to the garden. I did manage to turn some soil and plant spinach, radishes and arugula.
An aerial burial is an interesting idea, but I think I’d run into problems with that, although I suspect the farmers and shepherds simply toss the dead sheep aside and leave them there; the dachshund regularly turns up with a piece of sheep. It’s difficult to burn, by the way.
I couldn’t get the oldest dog into the ground. It turned into a very shallow pit, so he’s buried half above ground, like in a dolmen. In any case, the body has been left in peace. I think I’ll do the same with the dog who’s now the oldest – using stones and roof tiles I no longer need. If it’s a matter of being eaten away and letting nature take its course, that will happen anyway.
Oh that’s a higher level of after-death coping. I’m skittish with the dead. And I guess a bad idea for you, with the local dogs and all, who’d be fighting over your fingers and toes. I still intend on dying right. I’ve mentioned it before, but if I’m still as brave on November 27, 2054, as I pretend to be now, I’m going into the woods with my father’s 120 proof bourbon, building a fire, drinking until I pass out, and never waking. It’s just got to get cold enough that night for the hypothermia. Then the coyotes can have my toes!