The art is going well. I met with a gallery consultant, I guess you'd say. Let me back up on this one and set the table, though. My mother met a lady. She was getting some other work appraised at the ranch, and the lady saw one of my pieces and liked it. We met, and after going through my portfolio, she said that I had potential; I just needed more work. Once I got enough pieces put together, she'd look in on me again. Potential on top of potential. So, I opened the gates and started a few more pieces, finished a couple, but I've also got a couple finding new homes, so they need to be replaced....all very good things.
The show at the Motorcycle Hall of Fame museum ends this spring. Some pieces are being moved to the National Motorcycle Museum at that time, so a whole new group will see the pieces that were accepted into that show. The curator of that show wants me to submit a motorcycle sculpture. Meaning, no promises, but more potential. It helps that I spend most Sundays working on it right beside him. This is a recent partial progress photo:
I will also have pieces in the National Show. These are very good things.
Boom. Slightly herniated disk. In my neck, where I haven't gotten them before. Slightly herniated is relative, of course. Relative to how big of a baby I become when my neck hurts. Plus, this one comes with nasty ass headaches, muscular issues, and it jumps to a couple of other spots. Over time, I've discovered my low back is the likely source. MRI. X-rays. Back in the System.
Boom. Slightly herniated disk. In my neck, where I haven't gotten them before. Slightly herniated is relative, of course. Relative to how big of a baby I become when my neck hurts. Plus, this one comes with nasty ass headaches, muscular issues, and it jumps to a couple of other spots. Over time, I've discovered my low back is the likely source. MRI. X-rays. Back in the System.
The dirty is an old diagnosis of spondelosthesis; a lumbar displacement type thing, Scoliosis, an old herniated disc, a lumbar herniated disc, and a synovial cyst. Back in the fuckin system.
On a new art tip, tho, I've been loving me some underpainting; a technique used by the dutch Masters to add contrast. The Pure One put me on that trail, when I saw his work last year. This piece is just a sketch, but a good example of underpainting with several fat, dark colors over a thinned out 'primer' coat:
So, OK, I've got to reset. Been there. Several times, in fact. Been thru more therapy hours than some PTs practicing. Thought I had it licked, for a minute.
Hell with it. We got this. We've always had whatever I could let go of. Thank you for that. And for this. And for next time., 'cause I'm letttin' go of some stuff. Artin' like a fool. Posting here, more.
Shorter posts.
Peace.
