Well I’ve been overworking the shit out of this all day. It is pointless, I just don’t have it today. So I scrapped it and went abstract. I don’t have the vision nor do I have the forsight to make this something spectacular. Here you go SP:
Hazy and a chance of let the fuck go.
Much like this this painting, I’m over worked. Seriously doubt myself today or the point of walking forward.
Act in haste, regret at leisure. Life’s lesson is that sometimes the race was finished and I forgot to start running. So obsessed with one step in front of the other I didn’t lift my head long enough to see the forest fire that was headed my way. Funny how forest fires have a cool humid breeze as headway. Sometimes I stop and it is just there.
I was going to make this spectacular. A beautiful thing because the original was indeed beautiful. It is just out of focus now. Like life. Like living. It smells a little off but I can’t pinpoint where the smell is coming from. Fairly certain that smell is coming from me.
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Don’t worry Hazy, it still looks nice ^_^
I like to be hasty, if I stop to think I don’t start going again -_-
5/9 of my life has been in haste so I may as well use a little more than the half left to regret. But not today. Today I have a delicious lunch and I am going to purchase some fireworks and blow shit up this weekend. Legally of course.
It doesn’t always have to be spectacular, and you don’t always have to have a vision. We can’t always see “the big picture” when we focus on details.
It looks nice to me. 🙂
Sometimes painting is metaphore for my emotional well being. No scrap that. Painting is emotional well being.
I like that song. Reminds me of the great Gatsby.
Interesting how movie music reminds me of the movie.
To someone who can’t paint (i.e. me) it looks beautiful.
Yeah I kind of like it now. Fuck realism. At least today.