finish my painting

Torrential rains have turned the Factitious Girl into primordial ooze. When the sun comes out and dries her off, I will see the progress (or subsequent demise).

I got a painting lying around at home, wating to be set.. it´s for one of my best friends and I need to get it finished… suck it up!

here’s the progress as of July 1, 2008. (Sorry, I neglected to rotate her.)

Abort, re-entry; there is no shame. The finished work should be rich and symbolic, elegant and spare, instead of the piece of gaunt illustration it is becoming. The main part of the painting remains successful and works in a completely simple way. The idea of using a series of emptying boxes as metaphor (for what?) looks shallow and dare I say it- Sex & the City.
I am saving the work from cliche. I will photograph the attempt and salute its effort.
Fresh attack tomorrow? I am in need of energy, dramatic and stilted as it may sound. I am stilted.

around, imagining what it’s like to be Francis Bacon.

There’s been work done on The Painting, but the path I have taken makes the whole thing look twee.

food for the teeming millions (of sparrows, that is).

and a couple of days.

which was the synaesthetic portrait (painted on a ground of soda crackers)... time and the elements are indeed making progress.
I have some documentation.
The colours are somewhat unlike my Lowbrow palette, but they were appropriate for the project when it was begun.
Here’s the dusty portrait, waiting for nature to begin her descent…

readiest day yet to approach the painting before it becomes An Issue, which would then roughly translate to Stumbling Block, or The Obligation to Self.
There are few real work obligations, and morale is high.
I put on a black Paul Frank skull & crossbones shirt to boost the energy level.

still unfinished. no motivation to finish. i hate looking at a unfinished canvas. Yuck! Blah!