Gibberings
Dad told me never to use XTREE when he wasn’t in the room.
January 5, 2009 ~ 01:20:03 PM * -08:00ST
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Log # 458
The Wisdom of the Simian Eye
When I color in an eye, I am usually stunned. Yes, the eyes often
come near the end of a piece (perhaps some part of me withholds them,
as a succulent little morsel for the savage glue-huffing hobo that
makes up the rest of me), when I am exhausted and bloated from
absorbing Flake White; delirious on copal. But instantly, sentience
is bestowed on a painting that’s been struggling for months or, in
this case, years, its face turned to the wall. I’m beginning to think
my pieces, especially the big ones like this, have a necessary
incubation period. The initial blocks and slurries must be applied,
then despised, for a requisite gestation before they can be nurtured,
can relax into their rightful forms. And I’m sorry for it. I feel
guilty, especially when a piece like this swims into focus: a portrait
of a muse. I scrape them onto their surfaces in frustration, gritting
my teeth at not being able to do anything else but paint the demons out.
And then something like the eyes happen, and there’s a bit of hope.
Glow, little embers. Glow and gaze.
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Eliza Gauger on August 26th, 2008 ~ 10:06:20 AM
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Comment by eva on
August 27, 2008 at 5:00 am
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oh, it’s wonderful! the eyes are my favorite parts when i draw too. it’s the part that makes everything come to life…like it gives the piece a soul of its own.
Comment by Mogo the mugger on
September 5, 2008 at 4:28 pm
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Me too. Sometimes I can’t wait to put the glisten in the eye. Sometimes I just draw an eye to look alively at me out of the doodlepad.
Comment by Mogo the mugger on
September 5, 2008 at 4:29 pm
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goddamn you’re good. (after looking carefully at skin tones)
Comment by Eliza Gauger on
September 5, 2008 at 5:21 pm
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I learned from my doddy! (and also Frank Frazetta).
