Well here is my latest and probably last painting, for a while at least. The joy of painting has sort of flown away like these little luna moths. I don't know if I'm burned out or just uninspired. I keep saying I'm going back to the sketchbook but keep finding reasons not to. I think this laziness coincides with the purchase of my new sofa which has made my living room way more comfortable than the studio/craft-room/junk room.
This painting has been facilitated by the Yeah, Yeah, Yeahs, Chopin (and my all-time favorite song, Berccuse in D flat, Op. 57), Crowded House, Foo Fighters, and The Cowboy Junkies who inspired this piece's title, To Live Is To Fly. To me it's easy to see what I was listening to when each piece was painted. And each piece has an over-powering sound.
Here is a photo to show the scale of the piece. It was taken in front of what we affectionately call the potty garden because it was planted to hide the mechanics of the septic system.
Acrylic on 12 x 36 inch canvas
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