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Exploding Colors

detail from work in progress "The World of Traceable Ghosts"

There is a good chunk of time when you first start a painting that feels a lot like hacking through a thick forest with a cheap plastic picnic knife. Then after some time it feels like your plastic knife has turned into a well forged and sharp sword. Things start opening up and becoming easier. Paths begin to appear where there were none before. I finally hit that point on this painting last night. It's a good point. It's the point when you see clearly what all is left to do to the work and not the "what the hell am I going to do?" point anymore.
I've posted a few photos on facebook of my progress and gotten a phenomenal response so far. YAY! I was very skeptical of the color scheme at first. I've been living in aqua, green and pool blue land for so long! I even had a fellow artist and blogger (Lizzie Fortuin) from the Netherlands ask about putting my piece on her website...it's a site about SNAILS! Isn't that cool? 
Yesterday I had lunch with my friend and artist James Garrett, he just got his new shirts made and man are they neat! He not only paints and does graphic design but he also makes TOYS! Go dig around on his site ARTBOT 138, marvel at the fun! He turned me on to a new artist I hadn't heard of, apparently the pink in my painting made him think of this guy Buff Monster. Buff Monster makes me want pink frosted cupcakes and a snuggle with a pink bear.
White mice, white rabbits, white snails.....interesting, interesting. A friend asked me if all of this stuff I'm painting had any meaning/symbolism. OF COURSE IT DOES! Don't we artists think it's fun and funny to make little Sherlock Holmes mysteries out of everything?
More exploding colors for me, more acrylic paint, hopefully more sunshine and a glass of sangria would be nice. Happy Memorial Day weekend to everyone! Have a pink cupcake for me!

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