Clark showed up finally in the new paintings. This used to be the Hex/egg/dome painting, now it seems a study for Clark when drinking every tap beer at the bar and eating every sadwhich on the menu before heading out to try and kill Willoughby. This seems early in the evening… maybe when the narrator stops by the bar he snaps this picture?
In general it was a sort of emotional roller coaster in the studio today. Oil behaves in such a facinating and at times frustrating way. After a year of only working in acrylic ang guache and ink, etc… oil is like a whole different beast. I felt like I was on a carnival ride going up and down…. speaking of carniavals, this one is going on in Central Park. Pretty as a picture, but it some how reminds me of Dylan’s Desolation Row… like the circus is in town and they’re getting ready for a hanging. The war sort of overshadows all beautiful visions.
We went to Summerstage yesterday to see the Royal Wylds open for Citizen Cope and the Blind Boys of Alabama. It was nice to see Major Tom beating that kit he’d recently refinished… only now in front of huge crowds. Mostly I was in the dog house for being poor (again) on the better half’s birthday, but it was still a kind of nice day between deserved insults. I really ought to figure out how to make some money.
When the sunset down in the cream of clouds, we left, knowing that the blind boys may not have seen that sun setting, but they sure as shit must have felt it. It was a hot day and I was glad to see the sky turn indigo.
