
From the easel of Thomas Typewriter: a new painting
From the Easel of Thomas Typewriter, paintings



“The complexity of STILLNESS” by Thomas Typewriter ( gesso and ink on stretched canvas. 30″ x 24″)
I missed last week’s update. A Thanksgiving cold had me laying low. Additionally my heel spurs and hand/wrist pains returned. I suspect the dark colors, especially black, may be an unconscious response to physical pain. This past year has a never ending peeling away of layers of self-identity. If I am like an onion in that I have layers, am I also like an onion in that my layers are finite?
Enough morbidity, onto the paintings.




I managed to finish two paintings last week. Work continues on more.


Another week, another update…
Last week did not go so smoothly. I am not happy, more so displeased with myself. I changed my method for working on my college classes and I disrupted my whole flow. I missed two assignments and failed to meet any of my script goals. Why do I do this to myself? I forget how important routines are for my attention difficulties. I just get this impulse, building in intensity like a bonfire, going from a spark to a raging fire. At least I have lived long enough, and been burned enough times, I can get back on track.
Up Late, Late at Night made minimal progress since the last update. Ophidia and myself are still working through character designs that we can both agree on. It is frustrating at times, but it is very important to me that she feels listened to. Important that Ophidia feels involved and respected. While we work on the puppet designs, I have started looking around the house to see where we could film the show. So far the basement looks the most likely.

Previously on Assignment #7
Surprisingly, mainly to myself, I have really been on top getting through the various artistic works in the assignments. In the past, I struggled. It was so hard for me to find the time. With raising my kids, a day job, a night job, going back to college…you know, life…I would miss works. That was why I changed the Two x Two’s from weekly to bi-weekly. Yet with assignment #7 something changed. Shifted even. I am not tired anymore. I hunger. (Mother Wolf could this be you and your pack running through my life again?) Could art be like a salve during a chaotic time. Good art can move you, as the saying goes, but can it heal?
And now Assignment #8
Albums
Cinema
Literature
Comic Books/Graphic Novels
Video Games
Update: My Bomberman GB cartridge is not working, so I am substituting it with Dr. Mario.


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