It's Winter Break and I'm in the studio. Though it scares me that my productive time is when I have absolutely nothing else to do, I am reassured that the paint, this time, is movin' like I want it to.
I remember a conversation in college between some friends and I, and we were talking about a particularly attractive girl. She was that sort of fragile and hot art chick. Anyway, the conversation ended with one friend saying, "Yeah, but she sure can move paint." I had never heard this expression used, and for all I know now, it might have been it's first use, though I doubt it. I have used it many times since then though. When I say someone can "move paint" I mean that that particular painter has taken the time and effort to understand the properties of his material.
This week I have been moving paint like crazy. It bends to my will. It follows my orders. When I exhale, and slow my pulse to the rate at which I must to paint, the paint and I sync up and we move like one organic being. It's like in Avatar. The paint and I just lock our little pony tails and we communicate.
I have a lot going right now. I have about 12 paintings on easels/my work table right now and theoretically, I will have them to post by next week. Before I can do that though, I have to paint the following things:
- The sesame seeds and pickles on a Big Mac.
- A wild rose.
- Odwalla orange juice bottle.
- A CTA pass.
- Some blurry traffic/brake lights.
- A doughnut.
- A vintage chubby cupid illustration.
- Ross & Rachel's first kiss.
- An old school Fisher Price Little Person.
- A one-hitter.
- Peanut butter cookies.
- Georgia Bulldog.
- A granite pillar.
- A piece of college lined notebook paper.
- Big green polka dots.
- The original Smallville billboard.
That's a lot for one weekend. I'd better get back to it.