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Apr. 6th, 2013 06:13 pma) trip today to blick for gesso and molding paste. the latter is supposed to seal the panel, thereby requiring less sanding.
b) teh art requires so much material and errand running. but i'm not writing so i'm painting, or preparing to paint which feels like an eternity. i have to remind myself that i got enough material for 3 big panels (I tried for 4 but some of the 2x3's are warped and one sheet of luan needed to be sacrificed for testing.
c) starting to like AL more. there's something lovely about her.
d) i can't really complain about anything. that's rare.
e) i feel compelled to write c a letter, summing up everything, and how it was all good intentions, but we just ended up being so bad for each other. to say there's no hard feelings and there'll always be a special place for her. she was one of the few women I genuinely loved, and that is no small thing.
f) the subways have a poem as one of the advertisements, sponsored by the mta and changes quarterly. it's called 'poetry in motion'. normally it's good enough, but forgettable. but currently the one up is voyager by mary ruefle. it has this line, so perfect:
Memory,
what can I make of it now
that might please you —
this life, already wasted
and still strewn with
miracles?
b) teh art requires so much material and errand running. but i'm not writing so i'm painting, or preparing to paint which feels like an eternity. i have to remind myself that i got enough material for 3 big panels (I tried for 4 but some of the 2x3's are warped and one sheet of luan needed to be sacrificed for testing.
c) starting to like AL more. there's something lovely about her.
d) i can't really complain about anything. that's rare.
e) i feel compelled to write c a letter, summing up everything, and how it was all good intentions, but we just ended up being so bad for each other. to say there's no hard feelings and there'll always be a special place for her. she was one of the few women I genuinely loved, and that is no small thing.
f) the subways have a poem as one of the advertisements, sponsored by the mta and changes quarterly. it's called 'poetry in motion'. normally it's good enough, but forgettable. but currently the one up is voyager by mary ruefle. it has this line, so perfect:
Memory,
what can I make of it now
that might please you —
this life, already wasted
and still strewn with
miracles?
