A palette knife! If I were to buy a traveling art box, this would be it. Orange and purple swirly zebra-esque print. It's a statement piece, and it belonged to my mom back in the day. Don't ask which day, because I don't know. In this day I've got way too much crapola to pack up for travel so I can't use the case for its intended purpose, but every time I look at it I am reminded that I come by my wonky sense of color legitimately.
Speaking of wonky sense of color, this potential travesty has happened:
Hey - it matches the travel case! It's like a camo-koi. That panel was going to have a word on it (I just this minute remembered the word was going to be WONKY) but it never happened. I am slowly but surely exhausting my supply of pre-painted canvases and panels. I forgot to take a picture of the background so you can't really see the orange bits running through the purple. I wanted to use that pattern and the more I looked at it the more I saw a koi. He looks better as a rough draft:
That's charcoal pencil on the paper so unless I spray it eventually it will all rub off. However, last time I sprayed a page in this book it stunk for over a week.
Oh what the hell, I'm going to do it anyway. Hang on a minute ....
Okay, that's done. So the painting. It is compelling in the same way the dragonfly explosion is. I think it would be quite smashing with a black frame. How someone is to work purple and safety orange into their decor I have no idea, but stranger things have happened.
That's what I was going to name this blog post originally. Stranger things have happened. Then I realized this camo-koi pretty much IS the strangest thing to have happened.
In other news, I've got a bit of a quandry. In fact, it's a multi-faceted quandry. I painted something else. Facet number one is that I love it and want to keep it because it is yummy and awesome. Facet number two is that the 14" x 18" panel is quite large for me. That in and of itself is not a problem, I'm just afraid once I go big it will be hard to go back to small. Big = loose. Loose = good. Using that logic, bigger = looser and looser = gooder. Or something. It's a math equation, not English. Anyway, when (or perhaps I should say "if") the snow melts and summer gets here I'm going to really throw some paint around outside and see what happens. I may create a masterpiece.
Here's the sketch of the quandry painting:
And here's the actual painting. Looser was gooder.
"My name is Roxie, and I approve of this painting."