Dealing with my issues
Sep. 19th, 2007 09:34 pm
oil pastel
painting in progress
when Becca and i moved in to our new place, i noticed that my coffee table, an Ikea cheapie, had a busted leg. It was broken right where it screws into the tabletop with no possibility of fixing it. I decided to remove the remaining legs and turn the top into art.
I prepped the surface with clear gesso and waited for an idea. About a month went by.
The words in the background are from an english translation of a sonnet by Pablo Naruda. Becca turned me on to his poetry. She was showing me and
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It did, but i just can't keep avoiding stuff do to the pain. i'm eschewing the annual district fair this year because of memories, but i know i don't need to let it become an excuse. anyhow, after reading this touching and heartfelt poem. i knew i had my answer to my painting.
i ran out of room, so that's not the complete poem and i messed up and accidently switched a couple of lines around.
we'll see where this painting goes. i still miss Ken. not a day goes by that i don't wish he was still here.