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An old painting of mine.
The way I took the picture and then cropped it, makes it look off centered. It’s not.
I know what I’m painting next. A three series, ongoing painting like the one above for my room=)
To match the monkey bathroom decor.
“When the Author Was Painting the Vault of the Sistine Chapel” I’ve already grown a goiter from this torture, My haunches are grinding into my guts, Because I’m stuck like this, my thoughts My painting is dead. *There are many translations of this poem, however this is my favorite.
hunched up here like a cat in Lombardy
(or anywhere else where the stagnant water’s poison).
My stomach’s squashed under my chin, my beard’s
pointing at heaven, my brain’s crushed in a casket,
my breast twists like a harpy’s. My brush,
above me all the time, dribbles paint
so my face makes a fine floor for droppings!
my poor ass strains to work as a counterweight,
every gesture I make is blind and aimless.
My skin hangs loose below me, my spine’s
all knotted from folding over itself.
I’m bent taut as a Syrian bow.
are crazy, perfidious tripe:
anyone shoots badly through a crooked blowpipe.
Defend it for me, Giovanni, protect my honor.
I am not in the right place—I am not a painter.
“When the Author Was Painting the Vault of the Sistine Chapel”
I’ve already grown a goiter from this torture,
My haunches are grinding into my guts,
Because I’m stuck like this, my thoughts
My painting is dead.
*There are many translations of this poem, however this is my favorite.
Today I woke up, cooked my self some delicious over-easy eggs with two pieces of toast and sat in front of the TV and enjoyed a cup of coffee. It was amazing. I worked out and then, right after getting all fresh and clean I see my mom dragging out a bunch of painting supplies and brushes.
Somewhere on my perfect day (at home, as it is the holidays) my parents decided I was to paint the kitchen, dining room and hallway. I began cutting lines around 2 oclock and I finished around 10:30pm. I promise you friends I did not dilly dally. I painted that entire time, without pause and quickly I might add, but the sheer space and very high crown molding ate my time.
I spent my whole Saturday painting.
So lame. So much ache.