A year of Poverty, Painting and Food: Twelve years in catering over, my aim is to paint full time. Stu, my other half, is stuck as a chef feeding the x-thousand over an Edinburgh winter. His cooking tips and budgeting are propelling us through the year on a tenner a day, while I paint.. No comparison to Pablo's talent; I have just named my blog after the Paris studio where he suffered the twin purgatory of poverty and artistic ambition on the cusp.. I am emerging!

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

Frownlines

Met a great baby in the course of my working day who was really thoughtful; he just had one of those faces with very mobile eyebrows and already developing baby frownlines.. all the while I was in contact with him you could see all kinds of thoughts and emotions fleeting across his wee face. His dad commented that he is probably set for an unhappy life; 'It's no good to think that much, only leads to bad places'. He's probably part right and part wrong; I have had my frownline fixed between the brows for as long as I can remember and the main reason I started meditation was to 'turn down the noise in my mind' in the words of Carly Simon.
It always strikes me as odd and amusing that some sections of the population see this as a flaw and inject chemicals into their own flesh to erase the telltale signs of thinking and ageing; these are two of my favourite things. I don't think I would be able to cope for long in the cashmoneyjob if I didn't spend my entire time plotting, daydreaming, scheming and sketching in my mental drawing book; I don't think I could do any of this with an immobile face. I've ranted about it before so I shan't repeat the exercise, I just find it unbelievable that people should seriously equate immobile brows to happiness; who worked that equation out?
I'm hoping the wee boy with his mobile eyes earns himself a Nobel prize one day and can return to his father and say 'So; what's wrong with thinking too much??'

Annoyed today (and thus, no doubt, frowning) because I was all fired up to do some more multiple box canvas painting and the slack s.o.bs at the art shop hadn't got any canvases in stock. Pah. So I i will have to make do with the one I have left and do some more work on the big board that I promised myself I would leave alone until I had done a bunch of box canvases.
Ho hum.

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