Worked on laying the foundation for this one today.It took me a while to loosen up again after the two week break from oils. My hand is doing better, but I'm still having to be mindful of keeping the wound clean whilst it heals, which means I can't brace the brush in the manner that I'm used to. My hand cramps and its frustrating.
Add the whole open guest house thing, and I'm realizing that working from a studio at home is getting old. Once October's shows are done, I need to start setting in motion looking for a work space which is secluded from any future distractions.
With that said, the first full day back at work isn't going too badly-I'm keen for the piece to dry so I can get on with the detailing, but all told I'm fairly happy with the results.
The video interview from the RAW event came in today. Lani looks lovely at the 24 second mark, and it's got a nice kind of pop video style, and you can see how I'm trying to stay positive, when I say the words ' I'm positive about RAW' -even though I'm clearly wondering what I'm doing there.
It's more of a vehicle for RAW anyway, which is almost certainly the point, so I maintain everything I said about the event, apart from the head shot's,which were top.
"Right Hand, Done by the Left Hand" Acrylic and cotton thread on panel 6" x 8" There really isn't anything other I'd rather be doing except be an artist. Losing the use of my right hand these last few days, made me realize that I'd be a fucking basket case inside of a week, if I couldn't paint anymore.
I feel like Kirchners Self portrait as a soldier-the impotent bloody stump of an amputated hand held aloft, a vulpine grimace as a naked wanton muse stands tempestuously in the background.
Still, I was able to knock out a piece using just my left hand today, which I've tellingly entitled 'Right Hand done by the Left Hand'. It was an interesting experiment, because you don't imagine that your ability to be creative, is so at the mercy of your dexterity.
Stitches don't come out until the middle of next week, so I'm gritting my teeth until then.
It would be all too easy, to say that the weekend ended as it began-RAW. I've damaged two fingers on my right hand, trimming hedges, which is ironic if I tell you that after the debacle that was Friday, I'd made a decision to start cutting back on some of the excesses in my life.
I'm lucky I didn't sever my digits completely-the hedge trimmer sliced so deeply to the bone, that the tips were hanging from my fingers. I've been sewn back together like Frankenstein, but the pain and possible damage to my nerve endings mean I may be out of action for a week or so.
Its ghastly, but I'm thankful that it wasn't worse. Friday-on the other hand-is a far uglier tale, and one which I will tell, once I've finished typing it with one finger.
