I pass this intersection nearly everyday. It’s in Cambridge, and those wires are for the electrical buses. At around 5 pm in the winter, this is what it looks like driving west on Mt. Auburn St. I took this photo (which you can click to enlarge) on Wednesday. You like apples? How ’bout them apples.
I didn’t make broccoli tonight. Getting out a pan and making something just seemed so full of effort. But I vow to make that effort tomorrow afternoon. I’m doing it for the kids.
I had a lovely studio day today, just working slow and steady. Sometimes I really dig the ultra-fine brush work. If the painting’s dry by tomorrow, I will begin working on the wires. You will not believe the amount of wires on these poles. It has to be some sort of code violation. The finished painting will look like I made them up, but I’m telling you right now I will be staying true to the photograph.
Misia’s out of town for a couple days. We have broccoli in the fridge that needs to be eaten, and let me be the first to tell you that making a portion of broccoli for one is as dull as it sounds. But eating the produce before it goes bad is what we do for love.
I’m working on two new paintings at the same time; this is the other one. This is a view of Pine Street in Waltham, and it’s chock full of electrical wires. I showed this picture to my brother, who worked on that street for years, and he said, “Wow, I never noticed there were so many wires on that street!” Which means that either I pay too much attention to things or that my brother never looks up.
This is one of the more detail-filled paintings I’ve worked on in this series, so while I think it will be interesting to watch the progress, it’s gonna take a little longer than usual.
I may not be doing as much painting for the next few weeks. I just love watching the World Cup matches too much. I mean, I’ll still paint everyday, but not for a full work day. I’m going to try to not feel guilty about this. I cannot WAIT to see Tuesday’s afternoon match between Brazil and North Korea. Can you imagine what a culture shock those North Korean players are going through right now? I wonder if they all have the same haircut. You know, like a state-issued haircut. And their uniforms, what will they look like? Pins and needles over here I am.
This weekend was oppressively hot and muggy with a half dozen obnoxiously huge thunderstorms. When I walked the dog this morning, I saw the neighborhood littered with shattered trees and severed branches.
This weekend, I worked on this painting. There was something funny about making a dreary, snowy landscape when the temperature was 800 degrees. But I love this painting. This image is getting close to the ideas I have in my head of where I want this series to go. I still don’t exactly know what that means, but I know I’m on my way.
Tim and Heather look to be having their baby today. We saw them for a second yesterday at the start of Heather’s labor, and we have never seen a woman more uncomfortable. I felt sorry and happy for her at the same time. Here’s to babies!