The chair is what is giving me nightmares right now. Once again, I struggle with the expectations of those who will receive the chair versus my own preferred style of painting. I think I'm going to just stick with my own style and, again, encourage my girlfriend to tell me it sold for a bundle ;-)
In the meantime, I'm about to take a bunch of paint and just start whacking away at the chair, knowing I can wipe quickly or cover over it if I feel the need. We'll see what it looks like at 5 p.m. This is Phase II so far, on pause for a while since I used a glazing medium and it needs to dry before I paint more. Let's just hope I can keep the dopey cat off of it! Where is my air horn?
On the mom side: At least I have the house to myself today. My charming son planned an outing for his high school German Club, but didn't plan well enough. They arrived at the museum to see the Tim Burton exhibit, not taking into account that it's October and the show closes at the end of the month. The parking lots are full, and they can't get in to see the exhibit for more than two hours. Imagine a bunch of high school kids cruising the fine arts museum to kill time. I've chaperoned these trips in the past. I've never seen so many boys giggling about all manner of anatomy in various forms of art. It's most amusing.
With my daughter living in my studio a few days a week, I'm back to having art supplies from one end of the house to another, working wherever I find space. Yesterday I was sewing at the kitchen table (which is agonizingly high for sewing). Today I'm painting on the dining room table. With my buzzer phobia, painting outdoors is just not an option for me. I spend more time screaming and running around and looking like a lunatic, getting very little painting accomplished. How embarrassing that all the neighbors know when I paint outside just from the girly screams coming from my deck. Dumb buzzers.
