I to love the painting! I haven't visited you for ages, I've had a very enjoyable timing catching up on all your previous posts, keep up your magical work
There is something about my pregnant mind. In my gestating state, my brain only works in fits and starts, and when I start on something I forget absolutely everything else.
It was after I'd gone to bed last night that I remembered you had something to show me on your blog. I was sleeping next to my toddler, who hadn't been feeling well (read: vomit) and faced a conundrum: should I get out of bed, and surely wake him? Or lie here, tossing and turning, wondering what awaited me?
Somehow I made it until morning. The wait was definitely worth it.
I thought for sure as soon as I finished the bckground that I'd know what to say. But I'm still speechless on the subject!!!
Your painting is magnificent. It also scares me, which is resplendent. I am transfixed. And, somehow, it all looks very familiar, as though you (just like I know you might) somehow hacked your way into one of my primeval dreams.
You are incredible. I wish I had your talent, your vision. Your freedom of expression. Your productivity.
I wish I had a billion dollars so I could commission you to just keep creating, and then horde them all away in my private gallery so I was the richest person in the world! Then the paintings would haunt me, because of my cruel and gluttonous ambition. And all would be well.
We are looking for Diana .
Wow. I love this painting. Very, very, very interesting to me.
ReplyDeleteI to love the painting! I haven't visited you for ages, I've had a very enjoyable timing catching up on all your previous posts, keep up your magical work
ReplyDeleteI really like this painting too... but there's something about those three guys in th window... they look very familiar. ;)
ReplyDeleteHugs,
Theresa
There is something about my pregnant mind. In my gestating state, my brain only works in fits and starts, and when I start on something I forget absolutely everything else.
ReplyDeleteIt was after I'd gone to bed last night that I remembered you had something to show me on your blog. I was sleeping next to my toddler, who hadn't been feeling well (read: vomit) and faced a conundrum: should I get out of bed, and surely wake him? Or lie here, tossing and turning, wondering what awaited me?
Somehow I made it until morning. The wait was definitely worth it.
I thought for sure as soon as I finished the bckground that I'd know what to say. But I'm still speechless on the subject!!!
Your painting is magnificent. It also scares me, which is resplendent. I am transfixed. And, somehow, it all looks very familiar, as though you (just like I know you might) somehow hacked your way into one of my primeval dreams.
You are incredible. I wish I had your talent, your vision. Your freedom of expression. Your productivity.
I wish I had a billion dollars so I could commission you to just keep creating, and then horde them all away in my private gallery so I was the richest person in the world! Then the paintings would haunt me, because of my cruel and gluttonous ambition. And all would be well.
Thank you.
xox