As I painted today, I was privy to a conversation between my right and left hemispheres.
LB: Well a nice mess you’ve gotten us into this time, Ollie!
RB: It seemed like a good idea at the time….
LB: Did it ever occur to you to take a more careful look at reference photos?????
RB: Well, I’ve looked at it hundreds of times since 2010, when I took it…..
LB: And what, may I be so bold to ask, did you conclude every bloody time?
RB It looked like a lot of work.
LB: And why was that, do you think, in your infinite wisdom??
RB There is an awful lot going on when you fit it onto a 30 x 40 canvas…..
But I have always wanted to paint a white forest and that was the only picture I have even taken of it. Besides, the river was so pretty in that winter colour. I really love that colour, but boy, it was a stinker to mix.
LB: Focus. An awful lot of what, exactly?
RB trees
LB: And how many trees would you say??
RB: a lot
LB: JUST A LOT??????
RB: Well, an awful lot. But they are all dead now….
LB: Wait — what are you yammering about?
RB: Well, it was your fault. Remember when we learned Forestry and you made me learn that only two trees were “even” — maples and ashes. And a lot of these weren't shaped like maples. Maples are happy and rounded. Ashes are all straight and pointy. Y's on top of Y's on top of Y's....See?
And you told me how those bad greeny chewers have murdered them all. I wanted to do something nice for them so they'd know I was sorry.. And they all look like brides in the photo....
LB: It's called "hoarfrost" you idiot.
sullen silence
So what delight can I expect next: a pyre of parrots? a graveyard of grackles? a cemetery of sea turtles?????
RB: Gosh, noooooo!! Now do I have to worry about them too???
LB: oh, right We should do something.
Neither moves.
Wow. Both lobes are streaming Beckett’s two tramps instead of Laurel and Hardy. They don't normally agree on anything. Scary, when you think about it.
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