Show Me the Side Streets of Your Life

I checked a book of Lee Friedlander's photos out at the library the other day, it's called Like a One-Eyed Cat: I remembered him from PK's lecture last year. His work is intriguing. It's so subtle in some cases yet visually jarring in others. While this is one of the more obvious photos, I enoy it, how barren it is, mainly because I'm feeling rather down right now emotionally, but also because it reminds me of today - I couldn't sleep last night (green eyes, you get me so bad) so I drove out to the beach to watch the sunrise (lovely, despite the day being gray) and on the way back, noticed the old strip club off of 520 that I had wanted to photograph had been demolished, the 'dozers sitting there like vultures. After typing this out, it looks less related and more like a tangent, haha, oh well. And look closely at this one, through the window. Oh oh oh oh oh, give me the chills, I'm not sure why. I wonder how many frames he had to take to catch it just so, he musn't have had much time.

This reminds me of a baby Christy Henwood, yes? Besides me automatically liking it because of that, I love her unassuming pose, she's like a little swim-suited Madonna. Her feet are even in the strange, floating position that I've seen in some paintings from the Middle Ages.. interesting. And oh, what a lovely, disembodied hand! I love hands so incredibly much. Awkwardly expressive (or graceful in some cases, just not mine! My hands are just so little and the absolute opposite of nimble).

The Bottom of a Bottle, the End of a Tube

I decided to draw back into the narcissus painting with graphite when it was dry. The mineral spirits dripped nicely, I think. I dislike things intentionally perky, pretty. Like a sorority girl, tanned with bottle blonde hair and plastic body parts. The mark of a human hand was never even there.

Mama got HoneyBelles off Fortenberry road and I had gotten Clementines at the store. Florida citrus is so tangy in winter.

I've been doodling a lot since I ran out of canvasses home on vacation... this makes me think of the rainbow fish

And this was while I was thinking about my grandfather who flew over Burma and India and the hump in world war two... it's leading to something else that's already in the works. Thoughts thoughts thoughts, and my family tree. Hmm, and this little guy is from a dream my beloved Nordic Princess had. Composition is getting there, ish.

Productive vacation, suprisingly. Being sick has it's perks... no bicycle rides outside in the wind and cold sunshine, but paint strokes on canvas, okay? Okay okay!

Robo Kocan

(This photo feels like today) Middle Europe, 1995

Lately

Painting in the garage back home didn't get too cold until about 6 or 7ish, I wish I had brought my fingerless black mittens from Jacksonville though and I could still be out there. I did a study of a Bougainvillea last night (top) and a couple of studies of a Narcissus plant Mama bought as a Christmas gift for our elderly neighbor Eva (below). I cleaned my palette off after a semester's worth of build up from figurative class, joyous!
A bit of a copy of a Diebenkorn I did for a final (above) and a small piece I started mid semester in conjuction with all of my work in photography (below). I had a series of four, but this is the only one that came to anything. It's not done yet, I'm thinking of working some more medium into it maybe, either gloss it up or build it up. Dunno yet.