May 17, 2005
Then there is the almost inescapable, easter eggy, fact that drawing and painting are not a matter of choice for me.
I have always been fascinated by drawing, and envious of painters.
So when the figure is there and the beauty is extant, all that’s needed is my scant abilities with the big brush.
Which is not always forthcoming [scant or otherwise]
So I go again and again and again until I get what I want.
[keep reading these diaries to follow the exciting story of a painting and all its attendant angst]
Posted by john at May 17, 2005 07:12 PM
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