Monday, September 19, 2011

Daily Painting Practice- Surviving art gods - or life without my computer(s)

It has been quite a while since my last post.  I have several good reasons and even more excuses. But as always I look for the lessons in everything. (that's my positive spin on the events of the last month)

I am beginning to think that the  ancient Greeks/Romans/Celts/Norseman or any other early civilization that blamed things on the gods had good reasons. I think these gods still exist and are especially employed  to  pick on the lowly artist in his/her basement.

First this whole economic downturn thing:  Totally  created to affect  my sales and weaken my resolve to continue painting.. ( OK a few billion other people are affected too, but it was aimed at me).

 Then whoever the god is that oversees  computers. I hope we meet in Hades. First they give us  a place to store our images  and records, then they  entice us into the world of blogging and finally they create sirens to lure us into listening to music on the web. ( you think naming the company  Pandora was a coincidence?).
Then they take it all away.

 Oh, I know what you are thinking. Just go to another computer. But you can't fool the gods! Noooo. They play with your mind. They make you think the second computer is safe and working just fine. Then little by little they eat away at its ability to connect with  remote devices and the programs you  need begin to  disappear. You are left in a nether world of   black screens and  blinking cursors. They even  make it so your backup drive isn't formatted to  reconnect to your newly purchased .... third computer.

My third and final tirade is to commiserate with the poor guy these gods  had  pushing  a boulder up a mountain  all day only to have it roll down again just as he neared the summit ... he did this for eternity.  That was just a warm up for these art gods.. They  gave me the task of painting peonies. As soon as I get close, I am forced to repaint them. over and over and over... until she who must not be named steps in and ends my misery.
click on the image to enlarge the painting

Too Tired to give it a name
oil on canvas

I've come out of hiding now that we have a fourth computer. I don't consider myself to be a superstitious artist but I did rearrange the studio to face west and I did  pour a circle of  turpentine around the easel and I only clean my brushes on Sundays.