Damn. I lost the caption I wrote for this. Thanks Blogger. So now it just goes up, sans words. 

A few weeks ago I had to fly down to Houston--a day trip for a meeting. I did this journal page on that flight while reading The History of Love by Nicole Krauss, a really excellent novel. One of the main characters asks himself this question as he struggles with the end of his life. It was one that had never occurred to me, but that is really intriguing. It makes me wonder what it will say about me and my life. . .

A long weekend, driving to Norfolk and back for Darvin's sister's wedding. Only a little time for art, which is much needed right now as I head into three weeks of work hell. And we have only 6 weeks until the wedding. Feeling a little frazzled. 

And another version . . .  

The title says it all. 

Darvin picked the caption for this one. "You should give this to Leona," he told me. Maybe I will. 

Obviously I have some kind of headless dancer thing going tonight. Headless dancers with deformed legs. 

Something on canvas for once. Not totally sure that I like it. The text was added in PaintShop. This was done over a gessoed canvas, which may be gessoed again. 

I snuck in a little collage with the words. This was the first drawing of the night and it ended up being in a very different style than the other two.  

Most of my drawing I do upside down, lately. I find that I get some interest effects from doing it that way.Of course, I was initially saying to myself "Well, that's not right--artists don't do that." But then I thought, "what the hell am I talking about? Artists do whatever they want and see what happens." So I think I'll stick with this method for a while and see where it takes me.  

This has been a sad angry week, watching our government do what it has come to do best--turn its back on the poorest and weakest of its citizens. Tonight I needed to let go of some of that and to focus on something that could drain from me some of the poison that has filled me soul these past several days.