Still life.

Still life.
Originally uploaded by art progress

I drew this picture a couple days ago. I've probably already mentioned it, but if I haven't, I should tell you that I've realized my long sought after goal of being a productive painter. Of the paintings and pictures in this picture are mine. In progress, some, but mine all the same. It's an interesting time to be living around here nowadays. I leave sheets of discarded oily Oiler program pages seemingly everywhere. I bought a wooden pallet the other day, but I didn't wash it off when I was through with it and now there's a bunch of paint stuck to it. It kinda hurt my hand too.

Anyway, I have a number of canvases on the go. The one on the easel is about a stolen chair which presumably carries some legal implications for a certain someone along with it. It's not blackmail. It's fact!

The one on the other easel is about a tree Kaylin and I rescued from the building lobby. We rode down on the elevator with the man who gave it away (who also happens to live on our floor), but were too shy to ask for it then. We had to claim it on our way back in. This way we don't run the risk of making building friends.

There's a picture of the legislature building being constructed in there too. It's a picture I got from my dead friend Ross who is no doubt looking down wondering why I don't write more about him. You're in my thoughts, guy.

The first canvas I worked on is in there too. It's a picture of Kaylin at the fair, but I think that choosing to paint my best friend and love as my first painting was probably a mistake. Talk about pressure! It's stalled, but I haven't thrown it away yet.

There's also some blank canvases in a bag in there which I've since done something with. They're in progress, but there is progress. I haven't posted my right proper first painting yet. It's at the framers. It's a lamp. The second one will be finished shortly. and the third. and the forth.

Ink on paper.
Blake Betteridge 2007