Little Boxes 4: Mr. X. & Missy
Acrylic on Board, 4" x 4"
Mr. X was a college friend. He taught me a great deal about what it means to be an artist. He also was my first friend with something of an edge. Don't get me wrong, my friends have always been rowdy hooligans, but he did it a less boys will be boys/small town way - thus the hitter pipe. X. wasn't the first person I saw partake in recreational use of weed, but he was the first person I spent frequent time that I valued with who did. That edge made him someone that I found fascinating. There were things he did in a "who gives a fuck" sort of way, that shocked and surprised me. The way he'd walk into art history class with a ceramic mug (that he made) full of rum or Guinness was beyond the pale. He was a new friend with freedom and uncertainty, and he kept things interesting. He was also ridiculously intelligent, and studious. He always had old school comp. books that he wrote in, and this was 1996...way before that sort of retro chic business had caught on.
Acrylic & Encaustic on Board. 4" x 4"
I continue to be a little surprised by the effect that these silly little paintings have on me. I don't even allow myself to consider how they'll all be displayed when they show someday because I get too excited. And one can't maintain that level of excitement for a decade plus without turning into a game show host. So I bide my time. It's good for me to learn to downshift and not a terrible idea that I learn patience. Some things develop best slowly.
Tune in next week for more Little Boxes.