The Northville Summer

I started a new painting last night, I think this is my first large scale, original painting since perhaps my senior year. That's ridiculous, but what else have I done? I did the bag of A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jette, a picture of Mattison and me, and spent the first half of this year doing the Italy picture. No original compositions. It feels fanfuckingtastic.

I guess the idea behind it the thought that words and images are inextricably linked. All words conjure up images and images want words to describe them. I have a hard time seperating them in memory. There are book quotations, song lyrics, movie dialogue, or my own words connected to each image in my mind. I guess not all visual memories have words. The best memories are verbally blank and emotionally charged. I have a lot of book quotations right now, I'm hoping to add more of my own voice as the layers build. Mmmm I miss painting. I think I lost some glazesque paint thinner that I wish I had for layering over the words. Words, words, words.

I'll go running soon, come back to shower, start painting...perhaps throw in Amelie or Under the Tuscan Sun, maybe finish up the basement, maybe go to Target, maybe organize the music acquired from Mattison, but I think I'm hosting the first Piston's party tonight, for the U of Mers anyways. No one else is home yet.

I'm doing okay. So far, so good.