Told you so…

This is what will happen! I will post and then the maximum amount of time will go by before guilt makes me stomp down on the mental repugnance I feel over posting. Does anyone else feel this? They must. It feels so incredibly embarrassing to post; I personally feel like it is the height of vanity and self-importance (but only towards myself).

So the holidays went by. Political upheavals, as well 🤢 Maybe this all won’t matter because civilization as we know it will end. Meanwhile, I become addicted to crochet and then embroidery; hiding from the world and myself. Painting has not progressed, though I have finally picked up the wood I need for the next step with my therapy painting.

the weight of it all : self-criticism

The plan is to gesso and sand, then attach the canvas to the board. I will be able to then try encaustic for the first time. I was so inspired by my uncle’s work. I feel like the wax can Ooooze in a way that will truly reflect the weight of a lifetime’s criticism. On paper, in the original sketch, I used charcoal. Great swirling masses of black. How black can I get the wax? I need to mess around with it before I attack the painting. Be honest… I will probably just jump right into it - too excited to wait for tests. Let’s see what happens.