Idle-try or Brad Pitt, Grunewald and Our Lady of Guadalupe Walk Into a Bar...

I now have three incomplete drafts that remain unpublished. Each post begins with something about how little time I feel I have because of our new child, but before I get more than three or four sentences into the post, my paternal gifts are needed. I don't mean to complain. Hangin with your kid trumps blogging, I just want to make it clear that I am completely aware that Coney Island stinks of late.

I watched the strangest interview last night. Brad Pitt and Diane Sawyer. Man it was weird. Diane says, "After the break we'll talk more about what Brad wants you to know (video highlight of starving children in Africa) and more of what you want to know (video of Jennifer Aniston and Angelina Jolie)." It felt like when your mom says if you eat your sweet potato then you can have some Ice Cream. Does the American public just wish the boring Africa segment would finish so that they could get onto the Jennifer Aniston scoop? Perhaps that was part of the idea. Brad was cool though. Every time I see him I still think I'm just a little bit Tyler Durden.

Since Harper has been here, my studio has in effect been closed down. I would really like to move it outside. I think it'd be fun to paint outside. I've been sketching more than usual lately. I have a painting that is half done that I've been thinking about. It's a remake of Grunewald's Lamentation of Christ; well the lower half is anyway. I want to make it look like a Mexican votive painting so above Christ there will be a sky with Our Lady of Guadalupe in the upper right corner. I think my wife will make a good Lady of Guadalupe. It should be a pretty weird looking painting when it's finished.

One of my goals in Grad school is to draw and paint from life exclusively. I paint from photos too often. If you think of a face in a photo, a drawing of it's negative space includes the ears. But when you look at a face in life, the ears are on a completely different spatial plane far from the nose. Colors are better in real life too. I know it's tough to come up with models all the time but I'm really going to make an effort to.

Soon I will post something of substance or a post that might be worth reading at least. Until then, "We're the middle children of history. We have no great war, no great depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives."

I don't want to leave off with that as the last sentence. I don't think its terribly profound nor do I necessarily agree. My goal was to quote something from Fight Club, which I'm not really even sure if I've accurately done anyway. I felt that "Bob had bitch tits," was a little too funny and "The first rule of Fight Club is..." was a little too over used. "And now a question of etiquette," might have been a better choice.