I love the smell of paint.... Love it.
May have mentioned it before.... but it is true. Inky fingers from printmaking.... paint in the pores love it.
through a series of random events I have had the chance to paint the largest and most fun painting I have painted in years, So sorry about the delay in posting and thank you all for being so patient with me.
I live in a town that decided to host a competition to paint Abe Lincoln..... to replace one that was stolen. Do I think I will win this NO.
I spent some time wondering - should I? - shouldn't I - whats the worst that could happen? (Rick has a painting of Abe for his classroom. My Husband is a history teacher who spent a week at the Lincoln Library last year. Lincoln means a lot in our house.)
Stretchers check -
Paint check -
Photo of Abe .... Well we will work that out in the wash.
We have spent so much time together I feel as if it is acceptable to call him Abe rather than the more formal Mr. President or Mr. Lincoln.
This is the funniest part, at the pivotal moment when I wasn't sure if the image I put on a canvas was going to say what I wanted to say I was Christmas shopping in a little store in Mystic CT. You know the kind of place, stuff so you can remember your trip. The General Store sells everything from summer sausage to cow bells and there amongst all the tourist t-shirts and lobster pots with Christmas wreaths on them... Was a book that has nothing but images of Abe- just about any photo of the man I could ever want. No talk just a paperback of Abe. Now I do believe we are led to do certain things but this feels (although in the nicest most pleasing way) like I have a bull ring in my nose. So who am I to say no. Who am I to wonder why? Or even question what is next....
The paint is going on that is whats next and that my friends is the fun part....
