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The above image is one of a handful done with acrylic paint on canvas, painted on one of the dark days before I left the marriage I had entered in 1976. My dream had always been of living by the ocean, so I painted a night ocean outside the windows of the home I was soon to be leaving.
As I looked at this painting, I remembered that I had used the image of "the place where two walls meet" before. I searched through my images and found that motif on one previous occasion (1974) and five later occasions (1988, 1989, 1990 and 2004) and uploaded them for comparison.
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Coming up over the next four days are the last of the gouache and watercolor paintings to which I added Rembrandt chalk pastel. The chalky dust and pigment from the pastels were irritating my sinuses, and I began to worry about the toxicity of the pigments. I had tried using a protective mask but couldn't stand the feeling of a mask on my face.
1 comment:
Glad to have heard that the sketches etc. I've managed to post helped your head-aches...
Anyway, I really like the image and metaphor of "the place where two walls meet."
Seems like there's a poem in there somewheres.
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