orgami's Diaryland Diary

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paint set

we lived in an attic us boys..
our sisters old rooms...the princess
down on the back addition next to
my parents.....tilted walls..one
tiny dormer window lovely with a
view..the road meeting the old
main highway from the thirties
a concession rising up the side
of the grade...dropping away and
curling up across the distant
tracks of the railroad..through
the little trees...

we had an old pool table my sisters
played on..a small set..christmas
one year...my sisters loved it..
my one sister became a pool shark
later on...when we moved up there
to the hot summers..the last of
public school..the freezing ontario
winters we just parked stuff on
the table....my brother liked his
work area beside his bed..and i liked
my chair by the pool table and a
fourscent lamp..a radio each...books
magazines..things taken apart..
models in progress...i loved working
on things under the bulb...its heat..
the light...they are warm in winter.
now i have my round table here..with
plastic flowered cloth...my paint
sets and brushes in jars and boxes
i organized the other day...my
long spring loaded bulb...the rough
unfinished basement much more nicer
then the family wood panel walls..
that was home...and maybe this is
too.....we had posters on the leaning
roofwalls in our room....i put up
personal photos here....maps a calendar.
shelving..things are in order not the
chaos of youth...the family dog sleeps
curled up in a cushioned office chair,,
three old area carpets purpose general tan fill in our work area...dance area for exercise from the comp with the tower and flat screen..paint sets..
paint space...and some work..on cut
pine boards prepped..i can connect to
that person i was long long ago..
to sitting here an adult now...

little brush strokes building up an
image of colour depth and shade..similar to drawing..one little nick with a pencil over and over to represent fur.
shading...one little area at a time
filled in over a big period of time..
just a frame to get proportions right..
i work freehand...no grid....some measurements with paper..not a direct copy ever...naunces...but i make up for it in detailing....its very relaxing..

and so it goes..

small moments of oasises
without the lah lah land ticket
to nowhere...
living without the crutch.
life emerges and takes up
what was always there..

11:28 p.m. - 2014-07-15

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