i did not paint. today was a looking day, a doing day: some laundry, some kitchen pick up, other general pick up, personal maintenance, some more looking. the air is soggy, yesterday's paint film is gummy. i need some damar, and the good smelling air turp in the green can, this acid that i'm working with really gets in the way today was a gray bright day, for lazy reading, light napping, light tapping of the keys. today was a day to make some broth, to do fill in shopping and smiling at new folk at the market.
oh, and i felt these steps to the low tide today. maybe one day i will paint it. i don't know. it is difficult. the boat/harbor thing must be a calling that i don't respond to. so why do i stay here, doing this contrary art? it's my hometown. there are very few figure painters here. maybe i should focus on that. maybe not. oh, here are the steps to the black mud:
the bottom is 30 or 40 feet below my perch. it is a really deep thought...er..mucky place. so boxy.
tomorrow, onward, paint.