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Making Some Waves ~
This idea spawned in a board meeting, where I was bored and wanted to
see how many types of waves I could draw. I had a page full and did this for
about a week, sitting looking at sticky notes covered with line after line of waves -
WHAM it hit me in maddening color. When it presents itself before me, all I have to
do is make it so.
The painting is designed to move the eye from top to bottom, with the colors
early morning pre-sunrise moving light to dark. It also moves the eye left to right,
right to left with alternating wave patterns. A little ditty ran through my head as I
painted each wave, each wave is different; each person is different, all in constant
change, on a path to somewhere, no wave the same, nothing ever finished, nothing
man made can be perfect, only waves are true to themselves.
Music makes the art, chosen in careful selection. With protocol just as
important, played in a precise, predefined, and practiced order. Blue Hawaiians for
mood, doors for salt, faithless for driving rhythm, midnight oil for color, and
Janes Addiction passion into the late night hours.
Feather in my hair and the ripped jeans on, full pack of clove cigarettes to devour,
enough ice tea to quench and caffeinate for hours, incense filled the quiet dark cold
garage. Saturday snowstorm, mind raging, lost in brush strokes, cum covered canvass,
thunderous sounds of ocean under heavy brush strokes reverberate from canvass hung drum.
Caught inside, my mind, the book, dancing, pushing, spinning, in love with each stroke,
caressed, moved…… Fish Solo
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