Okay, where to start.
1. No one reads this fucking blog . I've been tracking it with
statcounter and I've gotten 2 hits in the last month. Thanks guys, ( I think both of those hits were me).
2. I met a friend through mysoace who owns a bar called Canvas. He's an artist and really cool guy. He hosts live painting shows where the artists hanging on his walls create a painting while people drink and watch. Sounds good right? Well I thought so too, until I tried to be one of the artists. I've always known I painted slow. It takes on average a month for me to create a painting. Not a month working day and night, but basically another full time job. Anyway, he invited me to participate and i said yes. After all, I made one painting in a fury of color and line and everyone loves it, so I figure i could do it again. WRONG.
I have no one alse to blame for what happened today but me, which is why I feel so shitty. The week leading up to the event, I had it in my mind to prepare a canvas panel and get a sketch ready to transfer, build my palette so I wouldn't waste time mixing paint, and have my supplies ready to load in the car. WEeelll... my lazy ass kept finding delays and reasons not to until The day before. I got the sketch done no problem. It looked pretty good, which gave me a false sense of confidence. FRIDAY: need to assemble my canvas but first prime it. Priming takes at least an hour for a decent job if you sand between coats. Has to skip that step and ended up with a shitty warped surface. I didn't have time to build a frame which means the panel was very flimsy and shook when I was painting, so no clean lines. I transfered the image to baord, loaded everything and got to the bar with 30 minutes before opening. Good? kind of. I got set up but skipped dinner so I was fucking starving.
When I got to the bar and set up, I was placed right next to the speaker. this was fine until 9pm when they turned up the music. My ear is still ringing. On top of that, empty stomach + long island iced tea= quiziness. I just have to face facts. I'm a slow painter. i had a few people watch me for a while, and they got bored and left. I had the worst night of painting ever. Compostiion was good, but colors sucked and i want to destroy the painting. Seriously... I'm embarrassed for having made it.
