Thursday, March 30, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
I don't know how many of you grew up going to some kind of community pool or country club, but hopefully you can relate. We used to line up behind the diving board and the person on the board was never allowed to jump until the person that had jumped last had made it to the edge (so as not to jump on top of the person that had just come up for air in the deep end). So I spent a lot of time at the pool waiting in line. Some kids are completely comfortable with this, but I always remember being very aware of how I was standing. Being up there, right beside the diving board, made you feel like there were always someone's eyes on you, and I never knew what to do with my arms. Obviously I didn't have pockets, so that wasn't an option so I usually tried to settle with crossing my arms or putting me hands on my hips. (just like the girls in this painting). I'm guessing that most guys don't have any empathy for this, but I think girls are probably a bit more vulnerable in the diving board line, especially early teenagers. I mean, when else are you essentially wearing glorified underwear in the middle of a crowded place. Yet the diving board was definitely worth all of the anxiety- We used to play "olympics" (and Emily Brewer was always the judge) to see who could make the smallest splash, best dive, most creative jump, etc.... Anyway- enough about my diving board escapades- feel free to share yours.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Monday, March 27, 2006
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
I first apply a yellow colored cream.
I rub it in, a drink that quenches skin.
Foundation hides and smooths out all the seams
concealing every blemish on my chin.
A "Stay Matte" powder takes away the shine.
Two shades of shadow meet before the brow.
Around my eyes, with brown, I draw a line.
I use mascara on my lashes now
which always with mouth open I apply.
Then sweep the blush across my naked cheeks
and line my lips, no lipstick must get by...
to blot with tissue is the old technique.
How false to wear a painting on your face;
I feel I must to keep up with the pace.
Not to ruin the post with this little addition, but do any of you realize what a pain in the butt it is to write a sonnet?!?!?! I mean! It is freaking HARD!!! It follows a certain rhyming scheme, but the iambic pentameter is the hard part. There are 10 syllables in every line and the stress syllable falls on all the even syllables, which means that the words that have more than one syllable are pretty tricky- they have to fall in the right part of the line so that the stress syllable is in the right place. For example: In line 3, I use the word "foundation" and the stress syllable in foundation falls on the second syllable: foun DA tion- so that second syllable had to be an even numbered syllable on the line- Since foundation was the first word, it worked out well- You can check the whole sonnet- I think I worked it all out and everything is correct, but I have to tell you... it is so much harder than I thought; I actually thought the sonnet was much more difficult than the painting- KUDOS TO SHAKESPEARE!!!!
Monday, March 20, 2006
Thursday, March 16, 2006
In figure drawing class, we were given an assignment to draw one or more human figures with some sort of animal trait or characteristic- so I went with the idea of attractive women being called "foxes" and drew women with fox heads... and then wrote Aesop's Fable- "The Fox and the Crow" underneath it.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Left alone with her parents;
She applies fresh lipstick
in the ladies room.
Daddy makes inquiries of his career ambitions
fidgeting with the pen in his breast pocket.
Her mother pretends to read the wine list
glancing around the restaurant
every few seconds.
After several minutes of silence
She strolls back to her seat
sits down and asks
"What'd I miss?"
Monday, March 13, 2006
I love socks... (which is probably a good thing since I have hyperhidrosis)... I especially love sitting around the house in socks watching old movies- oh and it's even better when it's cold outside and there's a fire... ooh that made me think of the Grinch- I love watching the Grinch... and drinking Swiss Miss with about 37 marshmallows...
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Lemon chicken's on the menu
He's trying to help.
Pushing the cart,
he tries not to ram her heels.
She asks him to select some milk.
He grabs the one in front.
She sneaks a peek at the date.
He tosses some bread in the cart.
She moves it gingerly
to the vacant childseat.
She reminds him to inspect the fruit
He examines a lemon.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
For anyone that is even slightly interested, I plan on taking commissions again soon... starting this summer. I am going to set up a website in the beginning of June and there will be more information about my prices on that. I'll give you a heads-up on my blog when I finally get it up and running. Here are a couple of portraits that I finished for a family in Goldsboro last Christmas.
Monday, March 06, 2006
Sunday, March 05, 2006
The thick, muggy air draws a sheen from my face
as I retrieve four quarters from my pocket.
The coins rest snug in their slots,
awaiting the jaws of the
Pressing firmly to deliver them,
my thumbnail appears white.
I close the cover and listen to the water
Lifting the lid and sprinkling in one scoop
smelling like a lemon pixie stick
(carefully avoiding suspicious hairs
collecting around the mouth)
I reach my arm in to stir the
(no lumpy detergent in this washer)
I feed in my laundry, and it
with a bang of the lid.
Time to peel the clothes from the
of the washer.
They must be separated into
*THREE PIECE LIMIT FOR CLOTH COMPLETELY DRY*
another dollar into each contraption,
I press HIGH HEAT.
The machines rumble and shake.
I begin my countdown.
Everything is still.
The garments remain only slightly