I don't know how the Bee Gees solved their heart issues. But I put the pieces into my art work.
Behold the base layers of a new work entitled "Solitaire". From left, the second layer which unifies the torn papers and random areas of color. I wrote the impetus for the piece on journal paper which is, in terms of Warehouse 13 theory, an incredibly bad idea as the emotional energy could have devestating effects on the purchaser or a stroke of genius. I vote stroke. Otherwise all I've done is spread the pain around a little.
The second figure has more patches of journaling on the green paper. The most exciting part of this layer is watching paint dry. Or rather the episodes of Ghost Whisperer that I watched while it was drying. Yes, folks... that's the thing with art. You fill your waiting time with the minutae of living.
The third layer was more fun. Smoosh colors here and blend. Smoosh color there and scrape. Add the harbingers that I ignored to my detriment, 7. If you want to be picky I was thinking the 7 Seals on the 7 Scrolls which signal the Apocolypse because, let's face it, I wanted to blow up the world and start all over again. This pick yourself up, dust yourself off Irving Berlin crap is for the birds. Heh, punny. For those who are less melodramatic, for the moments when I chastized myself for being so melodramatic, the Munificent 7 were helpful until the CD got to Something the Boy said. To me its always something the crow said/mocked with its self righteous cawing. Of course at some point this imagery should all morph itself into a little "hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all". You know, right after its picked my liver clean. I also emphasized the crenellations across the top of the painting. This is afterall the fortress I've built around my heart. Just so you don't think it is all gloom and doom there is a bit of vegetation sprouting.
Now at this point I've run into a problem. My background and mid-ground are hopelessly stagnant. There is not enough contrast between these two elements. So I threw down the batik printed lace to even things out a bit and lighten it up. This also further unified the color striping that happened as a result of being a wee bit tired at this session. Various rub ons applied over the lace give me contrasting elements, layout the frames for future elements and give me some elements to tie into the herldric aspects of this fortress and said future elements.
At this point I have 10 hours worth of time invested in the work. And that isn't the hours of staring at it and cursing like a mad scientist "Why won't you liiiiiiiiiivvvvve! Why won't you form a cohesive whole!!!!" Not once did I think to scream like WFS at Kahn. That may not be beneath Sheldon Cooper. But it is beneath me.
