Evening comes and, still riding my runner's high (although I'm pretty sure it was a chocolate high) I decided to get lots of things accomplished. First I washed some dishes and in the process broke a lovely blue pottery bowl. Damn. Then I cooked some hot Italian sausage so I would have something for lunch this week. I had two packages of sausage, and as I was unwrapping the second one I noticed an awful lot of blood on the bottom of the first package. "Ew," I thought to myself. "That's a gross, bloody package of meat and why didn't I notice in the store?" Well. Turns out the gross bloody meat was actually my FINGER, which I had cut on the blue pottery bowl when it broke. Man, what a bleeder.
Moving on. The dishes were washed and the food cooked, so I stepped out of my kitchen and into my studio (HA!) to finish my WHEN I RUN painting. And of course I accidentally knocked over a small bottle of silver paint. Pooh. Stupid moment. In my infinite wisdom, I decided the best recovery method would be to scoop the paint back into the bottle, but wouldn't you know -- when you tip the bottle AGAIN, even more paint falls out. Duh. Stupider moment. Got that cleaned up with the aid of a palette knife, but still wasted a bunch of nice silver paint - I was covered. Not ten minutes later, when I had moved on to another piece, I ran into the issue of an almost empty tube of paint. Now, tubes hold thicker paint than bottles -- heavy body vs. fluid, for instance. But this does not mean it is a good idea to vigorously shake the tube, while open, to get the last bits of paint out. Nope. Not at all a good idea. In fact, I would call it a stupiderest idea. Lucky for me I noticed the giant blob of paint that landed on my nice clean jammies. Red paint. Would have been funny if I hadn't noticed, went to bed with wet red paint on my leg, and awoke to find myself apparently bleeding out.
Never a dull moment.
Here is the first piece I am doing for the Everything Cherry show the Museum is holding next month. The show is part juried art show and part historical exhibit.
The cherry is very ... round. I want to call this "Bada Bing" but it's not dark enough.
P.S. I have a post-it note on the wall above my desk with this quote from Oscar Wilde:
To live is the rarest thing in the world.
Most people exist, that is all.
I might have to do another running painting that says WHEN I RUN, I LIVE.