In the fine tradition of love, found and lost, The County Leitrim Queen:
Her hair was like the sun-kissed gold
Her cheeks a lily hue
No prayer or chisel, brooch or pen
Could express my colleen dubh
The beauty she possessed was rare
Her affection ne’er I seen
In the love that mirrored from the eyes
Of my County Leitrim queen
If you don’t know about Thistleradio, it’s a great way to hear a broad range of Celtic music, new and old, modern and traditional. I’d heard an instrumental version of this tune there and went looking to see what it was about.
Still hot, still hot and humid. Fiddled around a little with the landscape I started last night, removed the masking in the cloud area and added some but honestly I like it the way it is. Note to self – don’t commit to big black clouds on the horizon, even if you mean it, LOL. They’re really dark. Think about that before hand.
If you pour a handful of salt into a cup of water, the water becomes undrinkable. But if you pour the salt into a river, people can continue to draw the water to cook, wash, and drink. The river is immense, and it has the capacity to receive, embrace, and transform. When our hearts are small, our understanding and compassion are limited, and we suffer. We can’t accept or tolerate others and their shortcomings, and we demand that they change. But when our hearts expand, these same things don’t make us suffer anymore. We have a lot of understanding and compassion and can embrace others. We accept others as they are, and then they have a chance to transform. — Thich Nhat Hanh, How to Love
I’m hoping that 90’s in May isn’t a foreshadowing of the summer. Since it’s cooler downstairs I thought I’d try a little painting. I’m waiting for this to dry before going on.
And if fate shall break my stride, then I’ll give you my Vincent… to ride.
“1952 Vincent Black Lightning” written by the amazing Richard Thompson
Amanda Palmer – piano
Jack & Amanda Palmer – vocals
drawing & animation by David Mack
I honestly did set out to do the exercise which was to fill a half sheet with quickly indicated people carrying umbrellas. They carried umbrellas. I got carried away. I had to be careful since I hadn’t masked any lights. All in all a productive evening.
I’ve done a little more throwing around of paint. Had a nice conversation with the young woman at Arlene’s today wherein I laughed at the idea that I was buying a rubber cement pickup-eraser when for years when I did layout work, the result of using rubber cement to stick **gasp** pieces of paper to other pieces of paper with **gasp** rubber cement was globs of rolled up rubber cement which we affectionately called “boogers”. But it’s been many years since I used enough rubber cement to make an effective booger so there I was laying out a few dollars to get a nice square hunk of dried rubber cement.
She thought that story was pretty amusing but when I allowed as that was way before her time she told me she’d gotten a WTF reaction from someone herself recently by allowing that once upon a time, she’d used **gasp** slides to document work for entry in shows. O.M.G.
First pass of masking to keep areas white/unpainted, adding some glowyness around them and then flooding with various dark colors. Now will have to wait awhile.
Yesterday I had a package from the NYTimes and it was this piece of cardboard and it turned out to be AMAZING! Thank you so much #NYTimes! (I was apparently one of 300000 ‘loyal subscribers’ – hey! that’s me! plopped my money down the day they went paywall and haven’t left them since!)
Yes, there were some people at work who had already explored this little cardboard wonder but it was seriously a moment for me, my pal Matt and who could have predicted – my mother!
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