mask part 3

Finally -- the third instalment in the great work-in-progress. OK, disciplined I'm not. Parts one and two were over two weeks ago. I find myself doing the strangest activities at the strangest hours because I don't have to punch a time clock -- and I love that I have that kind of freedom -- but it's amazing how trivial activities can supercede more important ones, and just how quickly the higher-priority ones can get away from you. I still find myself racing to meet deadlines, in spite of the supposed control I have over my own time. I think there's an adrenaline addiction 'issue' with those of us who are chronic procrastinators.

This painting will be entitled Mask and there are three different types of masks illustrated here. I remember hating and fearing Hallowe'en masks as a kid, but I find myself drawn to them as an adult. The cafe where I get my morning coffee has some wonderfully colourful papier mache masks on the walls. I enjoy them every single day. Those of you who want to tell me to stop here -- I know, I know! I face this with every painting -- but there's one more major step to take that will completely transform the way it looks. It's a total bummer when this step is better than the final one, but it's all a crap shoot in this biz anyway.

The dog, cat and I have been stuck at home with a 12 year old and his raging virus this week. The gods smote him after I bragged to a friend last week that none of us had had even a sniffle in over a year. Something about the sins of the father (or mother) being visited on the child I guess. This is what Zulu thinks of it all: