Self and Z in the mirrored triangle – Melbourne (children’s) Museum.
Time to paint. Time – to paint, time to paint. So what do I do – cruise the internet.
It is one of those cruel ironies, that lack of practice makes a less practiced artist who is less able to go for it in the time allowed – causing a gradual slide in skill and motivation.
The last two nights I have stayed up past midnight – wrestling with the paint and my own procrastination, and I think I am getting back into the groove again, but it is a difficult thing, And when the only time available is when one would rather be kicking back watching a DVD it takes more than the thrill of a new compositional journey. My usual musical kick in the pants isn’t working its usual magic. And speaking of pants……..
Yesterday we made a trip into the museum to see the fantastic Bee circus. The kids loved it, but the highlight for me was this:
I’m not sure where this fellow got his pants from – and if he is your father or someone you love dearly, I apologise for having a giggle – but we thought it was hilarious – the way the back yolk (leather) made it look like his bottom was poking out of his jeans. Haute-plumbers -crack couture.
Thank you sir. You made my day. 🙂