Tuesday, September 28, 2010
So I traded the war paint in for oil paint today. I picked up my pallet and scraped the old paint away. I made sure I got all the residue off so I could start fresh. Despite the case of nerves, I squeezed out and mixed new colours and dabbed my brush in. I slid the paint covered bristles onto the rough gesso'd canvas that had a drawing of a thought on it.
It's an interesting thing making a thought into a visual image. You never quite know if it will come across or not. Whether is does or doesn't makes no difference. It occupied me and made me refocus for at least a small amount of time.
These thoughts I've been entertaining about my life without a hip and degenerating joints are twisting me into knots. I need to not lose myself.
Thank god for friends who put up with me and thank goodness for understanding people online who can relate to what it is I'm going through.