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November sky

Darn it, this photo is too dark. I had the camera set on auto.

This is a close up of the sky for my painting of the battery De Russy. I was putting it off because I couldn’t decide how to paint the sky then we had a whole week of cloudy rainy weather and I had fun goofing around doing experimental palette knife paintings. One thing I decided was that I didn’t want hard edges on my clouds. I wanted to try to paint the thin wispy clouds we often have around here, maybe get some haze into the sky.

My coat of blue paint was dry. I decided to wing it at home with no good sky to copy because it’s raining again. Tomorrow the sun will come out but it will be windy so I still can’t paint at the battery because it’s too hard to control a large canvas in the wind. It’s like wrestling with a sail.

First I put a coat of Maroget medium on top of the blue then I used my palette knife to scrape a real runny thin glaze of white all over the sky leaving a couple holes where the blue shows through. Then I tried lifting off some excess paint so I could make the clouds thinner but the paper towels I used to blot up the paint left a dotty pattern in the sky, so I used the paper towels to rough up the dot pattern a little.

I thought about adding more white or maybe some light gray. I don’t know, maybe I should leave well enough alone.

spider webs w song

I saw the webs in my head once.

It wasn’t my imagination and I wasn’t hallucinating. I wanted to buy new glasses so I was at the optometrist and he wanted to look at my retina. He shined a light through my pupil and I saw red flashing squiggly lines on a black background. I asked what it was and he said its the blood vessels on my retina.

I thought of Ray Charles. I wonder if an eye doctor looked at Ray’s retina and he saw the same thing and since he never saw a spider web he thought the squiggly lines looked like a spider web.

Did you ever see this weird visual phenomenon? And if you saw it did you know what it was or did your brain file it under weird like mine did?

This painting is palette knife drawing practice. I thought of a way to make curved lines. My palette knife isn’t flexible enough so I cut the edge off a magazine cover and used the edge of it, bending it slightly to drop in curved lines to contrast to the straight lines scraped in off the edge of the palette knife.

The background is random palette knife scrapings.

the horrors of modern medicine

pharmaceutical companies and doctors joining forces to turn people into addicts and shorten their lives.

The only kind of doctor I’ll go to is a dentist and even good dentists ruined my bite with ill placed crowns. If I catch corona, which I probably won’t because I’m a freakin hermit, but if I did I’d rather die than go on a ventilator.

As always, feel free to opine.

oil paint on pastel paper painted with a palette knife

the abyss

Did you ever look into the abyss and get the feeling it’s looking back at you? And it wants to pull you in so deep you’ll never get out? And you can’t look away?

Step away from the edge, my friend.

I was there too, for years.. Now I’m ok. I’m not opening that can of worms, I just want to say, if I can live through all that, you can too. Keep stepping away from the edge every day in some way. Get outside and do something. Exercise or art or gardening or anything you like. You might enjoy your old age even if most of your life was messed up. Have your fun. You have it coming and it will happen if you stay alive.

oil paint on pastel paper painted with a palette knife

tons of stardust falling to Earth every day

There’s nothing we can do about it.

We can’t see it because it’s very tiny particles but we’re inhaling it all the time, and swallowing it. It could have inactive viruses that come alive when they hit the environment. We might be exposed to viruses from light years away. Maybe we’re immune anyway because they’ve been falling on humanity for countless generations. But something else invisible could rain down from the stars that would change things so fast our heads will spin. It’s impossible to predict. How can we prepare? We can’t.

palette knife painting, oil paint on pastel paper