I had a sore throat for several days this week and quarantined myself at home. Even for an enthusiastic sleeper (my whole family happily headed for bed at 10:15), I rarely sleep around the clock once, let alone two days in a row. Boredom is the worst torture I can endure so first I ripped into my brother's birthday books (his birthday,not mine). Virtuously, I had previously stifled the urge to devour them but assured myself that no one could begrudge a poor sick woman a few stolen moments with somebody else's books. Miriam Toews' All My Puny Sorrows proved to be so brilliant, so heart-breaking and so hilarious that it was necessary to finish it. I think I got most of the jam off of the pages too. I plan to buy another copy (you should too) so perhaps I'll give Scott the pristine one. The Buried Giant is less mesmerizing but I love Ishiguro's work so will no doubt finish that too tonight.
But one can't live by words alone. The canvas called, so I hauled out the step ladder and started working through the transparent glazes. Usually I am fairly disciplined but a high fever makes short work of sensible work plans and I have been painting everywhere on the canvas, while trying to keep track of what stage each section had reached.
When Jon came home last night, he found me wearing my pj's, an outdoor jacket, a tuque, and a blue housecoat on top. Apparently I was also sporting a blue moustache. Tonight might be no better. Well, it worked for Dali.
In any case, seeing as the right side is further ahead, here is a 2' x 3' slice of it. There's still a long long way to go and you can count on the sky no longer remaining pink.
But one can't live by words alone. The canvas called, so I hauled out the step ladder and started working through the transparent glazes. Usually I am fairly disciplined but a high fever makes short work of sensible work plans and I have been painting everywhere on the canvas, while trying to keep track of what stage each section had reached.
When Jon came home last night, he found me wearing my pj's, an outdoor jacket, a tuque, and a blue housecoat on top. Apparently I was also sporting a blue moustache. Tonight might be no better. Well, it worked for Dali.
In any case, seeing as the right side is further ahead, here is a 2' x 3' slice of it. There's still a long long way to go and you can count on the sky no longer remaining pink.
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