Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Elise is almost finished with a new painting. Her first painting since this...
I suppose I'll have a picture of the new one (of which I'll keep a mystery) in the coming days.
Now, I'm trying to convince her that her next painting should be an old man slumped in a chair and all over him are these little pods that you can't quite make out. They're attached to his skin a hundred times over, these pods. Flying in the air, there are dozens of beautiful butterflies.
My last idea--it's Superman petting a horse. A beautiful pasture and Superman is just standing next to a horse, holding the reigns in one hand and petting the horse's neck with the other.
My idea before that--a sky with four or five different color blimps flying in the background. Far down below, on the ground there is an entire festival going on. A festival with a great big banner reading, "Blimp Day!"
My idea before that--it's grocery store aisles and pushing a cart in the background is a skeleton. A skeleton and the only things he has in his cart are many, many gallons of milk.
Sometimes, I have nothing better to do.
I suppose I'll have a picture of the new one (of which I'll keep a mystery) in the coming days.
Now, I'm trying to convince her that her next painting should be an old man slumped in a chair and all over him are these little pods that you can't quite make out. They're attached to his skin a hundred times over, these pods. Flying in the air, there are dozens of beautiful butterflies.
My last idea--it's Superman petting a horse. A beautiful pasture and Superman is just standing next to a horse, holding the reigns in one hand and petting the horse's neck with the other.
My idea before that--a sky with four or five different color blimps flying in the background. Far down below, on the ground there is an entire festival going on. A festival with a great big banner reading, "Blimp Day!"
My idea before that--it's grocery store aisles and pushing a cart in the background is a skeleton. A skeleton and the only things he has in his cart are many, many gallons of milk.
Sometimes, I have nothing better to do.