Ever stay up too late and try too hard to create art? It's even worse for me when I'm feeling hormonal. On this night, I was watching a documentary on HBO called "Hookers at the Point," about prostitutes in Atlantic City. I had seen it before, and it always makes me sad. I started out with this one - way too much paint and ended up frustrated that it looked too much like my other recent painting. I had been working on it for a long time and I was ready to throw it in the garbage. In frustration, I started throwing water on it - the colors started to run, and I wiped the whole painting from left to right with a paper towel and what shows here in the background is what was left.
Still not sure what to make of it, I poked at it randomly with the end of a paintbrush dipped in China White.
The next day, the white circles had faded and were hard to see. I took a permanent marker (that kept running out) and drew the suns around the dots. Then I filled in the centers with a watersoluable crayon. Picked up another crayon and did the purple squiggles. Picked up my waterbrush and wet those spots so they blended like paint.
I put the painting aside and didn't look at it til the next day. I was quite surprised that it turned out as well as it did considering it almost went in the trash.
(Written 06/17/07)
Friday, August 22, 2008
Salvaged from the Point
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