I’m Hearing: KoRn – Thoughtless
Hmm…well…we’ve missed three days of actual painting in painting class now because of the presentations. This is a major annoyance to me…although it was cool listening to my fellow students talk about artists who have influenced them, I was rather upset that I couldn’t go and actually be influenced (in other words…to actually PAINT!) Luckily this afternoon my composition class let out early and I was able to go over to the painting studio and work for a couple hours before supper. When my stomach got the better of me, I left and grabbed a sub and ate it back at my room while chatting for awhile, then took a little nap, after which I decided to go back to the studio. :-) So I worked most of the night, leaving at about 11:45. I accomplished quite a lot today, more than I expected to at any rate. Typically when I’m painting from instinct as I am with this one, I tend to get stuck partway through and have great difficulty getting “unstuck”. Perhaps it’s the size of this one (being that it’s the largest painting I’ve ever done) or maybe the ideas are just below the surface anyway, but there have been very few barriers thus far. Everything just seems to be falling into place so perfectly it’s unbelievable.
Current Progress for painting:
(such a shame I can’t get the whole thing in one shot from head on…)
I was alone for most of the night…except for one moment when I was sitting back in a chair contemplating a change I had just made to the painting, when a voice interrupted me from off to the right. I was very startled and actually painted my pants on accident. :-D I talked to the guy for a little while…he had spent a little too much time in the computer lab and needed a break…but eventually he left and I was alone again. He appeared one more time later on with another guy I didn’t know as I was cleaning up for the night and he introduced me as “This is Ann Fox, going craaaazzzzy back here tonight.” Heh. Nice.
Then when I was walking back home, a dude in a black Mustang honked at me and slowed down. When I turned around, he pointed to his crotch and said “Hey! I’ll scratch–you sniff! WOOOOOO!” and then he squealed away. :-) Hahahaha. There are some real idiots around campus. I got a nice laugh out of that as I made my way home.
Oh! And speaking of painting pants… This evening during supper I looked down at my pants, which I noticed had some paint on them. They are a fairly crappy old pair of cargo pants with a huge tear up the back of the right leg and just well-worn all over the place, not to mention about 4 sizes too large for me. But they are extremely comfortable! Anyhow, the fabric is woven in such a way that it looks like canvas. Every time I look down at them, my first thought is always…”Hmm, if I put a little gesso (primer) on them, I could make a painting right on these pants.” The drive to paint them is so strong sometimes I have to force myself to crochet or something just so I leave them alone. O_O My first boyfriend had pants very much like these and I would always ask him if I could paint his pants…of course he thought I was insane…but I thought maybe he was just saying that. Well…I guess this really isn’t a normal thing to be thinking…I haven’t found a person yet who has ever had that thought cross their mind.
I guess that just goes to show how much painting is a part of me…how I have trouble separating it from even everyday life. In all honesty, a lot of times when I look outside and see something interesting, my immediate reaction is “How could I paint that? What sort of brush technique would I use to capture that realistically?” I remember back in middle school even, sitting in the chair at the orthodontist’s office while they were changing the rubber bands on my braces, looking up at the light fixtures and wondering how I could paint them. They were really quite interesting…they were normal flourescent lights but the outer structure was this cluster of cubes that refracted the light in a really unique manner. I was always intrigued.
The same thing applied to when I used to ride in the back seat of my parents’ car when it was raining outside. I’d look at the droplets of rain on the window and wonder, “How could I paint this?” I think I’ve looked at the world this way ever since I started painting when I was about 12…and until recently haven’t really considered that this is a very very unique way of viewing things.
In my own mind, I know I’m not insane. I realize I’m not “normal” in most ways, and I’m more than happy about that…but I wonder…since most people have no chance of understanding me…do they think I’m bananas? I mean, I could see how someone possibly might think that…but for real? I don’t know. :/ In the end, I guess it really doesn’t matter anyhow, but I still wonder.
I’m a bit sleepy right now, so perhaps I shall take a shower and go to bed.
