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, 16 November 2010

A head of many hats

Had one of those morning conversations that make you realise that you know your co-habitee very well... Stu listens to Planet Rock in the morning on the computer, while Twig the kit tries to annoy him by 'typing' on the keyboard and making the pictures on the screen change. We all have our little routines and he is an old rocker at heart. Due to my comparitively tender years (ha) and lack of rock knowledge, this often turns into an impromptu lesson/quiz in which I am encouraged to broaden the scope of my rock knowledge by correctly guessing tracks played. This morning in addition to this we managed to get into a long debate on band names which do and don't begin with 'The' . I had read an article that suggested a lack of gravitas or weight in the newer bands trend to eschew the 'The', creating such names as 'Foals', 'Eels', even 'Kaiser Chiefs'. Would the bands of old lose in transation if they were referred to as 'Who', 'Beatles', 'Skids', 'Jam' etc, etc.? In real terms this morphed into two people listening to the radio reciting band names with and without the 'The' prefix and nodding sagely, shaking heads, chuckling... very sad.
When it came to my band guessing slot I failed miserably as well, managing to suggest 'Desk' as a stab at The Doors and invent the legendary singer 'Joe Penis'. Hey, I am tired as I have banged on about for at least three days now.

Sent off emails to printers in the hope of visiting them tomorrow and forwarding the cause of having cards in my hands, but no answers to date; will check in the morning. Not too sad in a way as I am dying for some unadulterated Ing time without spending my entire day off driving around the city. Have to pick up frames and wine for the private view anyway, so I guess it would be good to get the lot over and done with; we shall see.
Someone mentioned the phrase 'thinking cap' today and off went my mind on one of its creative meanders, which may or may not lead to another painting... Googled the phrase and found a gorgeous picture by a Californian artist called Brenda York - must look her up as it is so good I am half in a mind not to 'go there' in fear of creating something inferior.

And... I am still tired. Time to get my painting hat on and get a couple more lovelies finished - with decoupage snowflakes that I glued on this morning (!) before I pass out covered in cats.
Brenda York: 'Thinking Cap'

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