Coco, 24x36. Letting loose and letting myself get very scribbly without controlling it too much is so much fun. Plus I love peach next to deep blue so much. Also dusty blue next to lavender, and army green next to magenta. You know what? Someone put this in a nursery please. Its exactly the kind of thing a newborn should be looking at (red and black are the first colors they see right?) Its much more unique than something pink for a girl, and blue for a boy. Put this bad boy on a mint green wall, or a lavender wall for either sex! For the love of Zenu!
I have some new pieces up that I personally like to look at. I have been painting much less lately, but what I do end up with is much more of "what I want to look at." It takes a long time to shift gears and I am still grinding that clutch all up and down Peachtree but soon my dears I will be a drag racing- painting metaphor.
Picina 36x48. Is there anything prettier than tomato red and pool water blue together? I always think of Swiss graphic design for no reason other than I guess I saw that one time and now its imprinted. This one would go great vertical, or horizontal. I have a confession: people who don't understand that the drips in a painting don't have to move downward make me crazy.
Talking Only Me and You, 48x48. This was one of those paintings that I shunned in my studio bathroom because it looked so bad to me. The original painting (which I nick named Clown Chlamydia). Then I painted over that bad boy and I like that you can see through the yellow paint. Its like yellow cellophane on a gift basket and your like "smoked sausage...ewwww." There is just something about gold and yellow that I love.
I talked about "shunning paintings" at the talk I gave over at Gregg's last month. Not my favorite thing to do, speak in front of a few people looking at me. Not at all. Never doing that again. Then I paid out of pocket to video that shiz. I probably will never show you that video. All I could think about was how much I hated it and how much I wanted to go home. I was like a little new girl in third grade who cries in Math class because she misses her mommy (true story dudes). This time I didn't cry though, I just had distracting fantasies about martinis and then bed. Lordy! Everything about being a grown up is better isn't it! Plus when you are an artist you can just say "I am a sensitive arteest and its totes normal for me to loose my prunes y'all."