November 21, 2010

I'm tired of thinking.

Shaman, 2010, a/p, 4" x 4"

The title was inspired by a comment Farrell Brickhouse made on a photo I uploaded of Otto on FB. He's in the new den studio looking out a window. In real life, my painting table is to the right. Maybe I should teach him how to paint.

Today was a running day: 2.5 miles
My timing was slow (11:43). I stopped once to answer a question about a lost dog and twice to take pictures of the infernal hills.


A check arrived from the gallery. I was happy.




3 comments:

Carla said...

Even though I saw the Otto photo, I kept seeing this image as a dress hanging in front of a window. Then the dress became Otto. That stuff usually only happens in dreams.

M.A.H. said...

I'm trying, but I can't see a dress. The best I can do is a Joseph Beuy's performance.

Steven LaRose said...

Yes, a black dress with nobody inside, like Seuss's green pants. Very melancholic yet funny.

It's over.

Nov 7, 2020. Tears of joy and relief. It's been unreal and I'm ready to get back to a sense of normalcy. The desert has been tough.