Michelangelo sibyl from the Sistine Chapel

 

some old slides

Someone at work asked to see the slides of my artwork, so I brought them in to show her. It was the first time in months that I had looked at them and it made me feel good. Most of the stuff was from years ago, but some of it still looked good to me even though I would probably do it differently now. Of course there were other pieces that made me cringe and I was happy that I had almost forget about them.

What I need to do now is get some more slides made of the rest of the stuff that I have stashed away in portfolios. At the moment the ratio of slides to completed work is not enough. I have far too few slides compared to all of the art that I did in college and afterwards.

Even though I hadn't seen the slides in years, I still knew exactly when and where I was when I made the artwork. For me they trigger far more memories than a simple photograph. Creating a painting is much more emotionally involved than snapping a picture on some vacation. Whenever a painting takes me days to complete, it always leaves a lasting impression one me be it positive or negative.

Yesterday I may have sat outside for a few hours, but today I only ventured out twice the entire day. The first time was when I went to get my mail and the second time was to remind me of how awful it really was outside. Hiding inside with the comfort of air conditioning to protect me sounded like a much better idea than sweating on my porch. I firmly believe that the only time that a person should sweat is when he or she is exercising and in my mind sitting is not a form of exercise.

Not only does heat makes me wilt, but whenever the temperature is within twenty degrees of body temperature I look for shelter.

I didn't mind being inside the entire day, because I had plenty of things to keep me occupied. Actually it was the best Saturday that I have had in a long time.

 
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