Week 122

Let’s talk about spooning. Maybe here we should say big palette knife, smaller palette knife? Either way, with two artists on one canvas, it is a position we generally take at least once in the evening while painting together. Tonight, I wanted to be Big Spoon. I stood behind Laert laying in the beautiful deep colors and strokes of our model’s wide brimming hat, my arms an embrace around him that carried onto the canvas. All was well. For about 5 minutes. Because .... Laert got some new shirts. They are for art, but not to get paint on. It makes him nervous. And that makes me giggly. Because the more I’m not supposed to accidentally flip a brush loaded with ultramarine blue in his direction, the more it is somehow going to happen. 

The night was permeated with chortles, cackling and guffaws. Our model laughs with us and in the reflections upon her sunglasses- you can see us. One red stroke. One white. 

Sometimes in trying to say some thing out loud, words can be clumsy and foolish, and fall short of what you had intended to speak. But in this time when we are painting, our bodies, brushes and minds dancing in and out of embrace, there is a language in which we can tell each other things and our hearts know the truth of them.

Jubilee 

34 x 27 | Oil on Panel