The last two Saturdays mornings, when my watercolor crew meets up, I’ve had scheduling conflicts. A Shamanism workshop up in Dalton Canyon. The next week, a cat show in Arcadia; which wasn’t really mandatory but defiantly pleasurable.
My life is a pretty simple one when I’m not taking care of Ramona. Art, Cats, Shamanism, hiking, gardening, T.V. eating and an occasional book. Team Ramona doesn’t give a damn about those things. Last Saturday morning Ramona scheduled me to pick up a 500 pound electric recliner. Didn’t help to see photo after photo of my sister enjoying the weekend on a whale watching excursion then Rugby match in Las Fucking Vegas. So I threw down the ‘good girl role’ and let her have it — my mother, not my sister. Then I felt guilty; but not guilty enough to skip painting.
So Here it is. The San Gabriel Playhouse with a dollop of guilt.
[WARNING SHOP TALK] Arrived at the Playhouse an hour late. Mission Revival + Dread = Procrastination. Architecture is hard enough when it’s straight lines – but those curves and arches? yikes! Being a little rusty, most of the session was spent drawing and erasing till I could come up with something respectable. And still I had to eliminate whole sections of the structure. And sometimes I didn’t even know I had. One day I’ll learn how to create warm tones for concrete accompanied by blue shadows. But I had already laid down the orange tones on the concrete finials, so I kept with the script. Also I was looking at this work of John Singer Sergeant for inspiration. I’m reminded of the Jeramy Irons character ‘Charles” in Evelyn Waugh’s BBC production of Bridgehead Revisited. Charles (ever the conservative) rode the coat tails of Seargent (who rode the coat tails of the rich) as a landscape painter specializing in the manor houses of England.
How can I make that work for me?