6"x4" oil on panel ••• (As promised, here is the second piece from my email twofer.) My painting ideas tend to not verbalize well. When I try to explain an idea I have in my head for a painting, it is often met with a look of "Why would you want to do that?" or the ever popular "Are you sure?" stare. Imagine me pitching the idea for the painting I sent you a few weeks ago: "Hey, Honey. I want to do a five foot wide painting of a toy space gun!" Even if I tack on a boyish "How cool is that?!?!" the idea flies like a dead mallard. (I know verbalize is not the best way to put it, but it is the term I use.) • Even the idea of doing a painting of a violin fell flat. So, I acquired one and made The Spawn give it to me for Father's Day. (Yes, I am a bad dad. It is a documented fact.) And the looks I got when I said, "I want to paint a scuzzy alley in Chinatown." I guess I could have dropped the "scuzzy," but the alleys in Chinatown are scuzzy, so why hide it? • My ideas get no respect. • Even my own mother gives me the "Are you insane?" look sometimes. She will even chime in with a "Who is going to buy a painting of an old pencil sharpener? The colors won't match anybody's sofa!" • In the end, I can deal with the odd "Are you insane?" look, but when The Mother Unit re-gifted me one of my own paintings, that was a bit much. Actually, she did have a point. It didn't really match her bedspread.
Posted September 25, 2019
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