It's hard to describe how I feel. I just finished the thick, wet lines of this piece. Something about this painting has put me in an intense, mostly unidentifiable mood. This is a skull so I'm guessing fear is in there. Probably some of the standard fear of the future associated with skulls and skeletons but that's definitely not all. There's something angry and brooding about this as well. Something that drains me and outrages me at the thought of it stealing my energy. Still, I'm fascinated by it. I can't stop thinking about it. How it makes me feel. I find myself frowning, like my whole skull and brain area is tensing up. My head feels warm. No, my brain feels warm. I feel like I need to cry but I'm not sure why. I feel violent. I'm sick and tired of work. I'm bored at work. I only have one or two days a week during a normal week when I have the time and feel rested enough to pursue my artwork. Not sure where I'm going with this.
Last night the wife and I enjoyed a bunch of sushi and wine. Afterwards we had desert, mixed drinks and enjoyed a very good vampire movie. Today we went out to eat, got caught in a downpour, drove to get ice cream and soda in said downpour and came home. After a brief scare of our air conditioner temporarily not working due to the storm, I made myself a jumbo margarita and completed another fuzzy skeletonian for October. When we got hungry again, we nommed the hell out of a pre-made rotisserie chicken. After dinner and coffee I came back here to my room and completed this painting. Now I'm sitting here, listening to the Blade Runner soundtrack trying to sort out my feelings. Maybe I'm wrestling with some sort of moody, artistic conundrum or maybe I'm just a tad hung over and disappointed that the weekend is winding to a close. I think the painting is dry now. Better get it scanned and start getting ready for bed. Have a good week.