Monday, March 28, 2011
Busyness and business and a rut keeps me away from painting these last couple of days. The opposite of the Midas touch turns everything to mud instead of gold. Part of the problem is the aftermath of the fall on some icy steps last week. My wrist still isn't right and now bound up with a support that does help but makes it a little awkward to write and paint for any length of time.
I came home to a bag full of boxes of Peeps of different colours which I thought might inspire me. These marshmallow Easter sweets are disgusting to me. Amusing to draw or paint, but you could not pay me enough money to eat one of them. Its more a texture thing I think. I hate spongy, marshmallowy stuff. I shudder when I have to pass marshmallows in the supermarket aisle, even the smell is offputting to me. Cotton wool balls have a similar effect. Not that I eat them, but touching cotton wool gives me the creeps.
However, I started a little drawing while watching the news but didn't progress much further than that. I think this was the misfits box of Peeps as one was twisted to one side, looking as if he was going to make a break for freedom at any moment. Perhaps it was a Friday afternoon box. It was funny as I had just seen some on Rhonda Carpenter's blog Watercolour and Words and had also unearthed a package of them in the studio last week, left overs from last year. Hard as a rock, but still perfectly intact. You never know, maybe they'd taste better when all dried out...sort of like crispy meringue. Peeps are meant to be. But not tonight.
I've come to accept the highs of lows that come with the act of creating art. Well perhaps not quite accept, but simply go with the flow. I know inspiration will return. Peeps and all.