Feeling a little tired. I am working the mid-shift in the “Emergency Room” when the world wakes up and decides it is time to come see the doctor after about a year! But I am focusing on the P O S I T I V E!
It seems the right top canvas that was buckling or warping has resolved…mostly. I made it a practice every morning and night to re-tack it into place. I am happy, thinking I might have had to replace it.
I will start painting after a day of rest. I worked 6-12 hour shifts in 7 days which equals 72 hours not counting the before and after time. When I work like this, it feels like I am getting the flu or something but it goes away after rest.
Thinking about sketching a few things on the canvas but when I started, I felt irritable. It is not good to sketch when you are irritable, nothing will ever look right. I will wait one day.
Today I am too tired to fight about things I cannot change. I remembered my old dad telling me “Don’t go around trying to change things, it’s been that way for a hundred years.” It is very difficult for me to accept it when it is as simply put. Imagine if no one ever tried to change anything-ever?
My apologies if I offended anyone.
I have come to a decision to add a page to the official website called hemorrhage where I will write about what I think is wrong and how it affects us, our nation and the world. Then people can make the decision between right and wrong for themselves. This page is directly related to Scene II-God and Truth-The hemorrhage of Pigs! It is where the second painting of politics exist within the first painting of religion. It is the beginning of the painting within a painting and where the ancient battle of good v.s evil is alive and well.
I am working on sketches of Kennedy. He is a difficult man to sketch. His jaw is larger than normal. In researching JFK, I found information which I did not agree with, like his father being a boot legger, JFK’s own sexual infidelities but then I tried to imagine what it was like for him to rise from the life of his fathers becoming what he came to be. It was a great achievement, prehaps the greatest for any mortal man. His heart was good, or he would not have made it as far as he did. He reminds me of me, rising from the “ashes”, seeking good for humanity and not just for myself.
Martin Luther King was the same way. He had an alledged affair and at sometime his way of thinking must have changed and it must have been like the world around him came into focus. Did he realize that he was a very small piece of a much bigger plan. Is it when you realize this, you begin realizing your destiny? I should have invested some time of my life in philosophy. Pondering is with me even in my dreams. I once heard a man say it is far better to die standing than to live your life on your knees. That is a good philosophy.
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