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Entries this day: canvas lonnie canvas 9:57pm CST Sunday 16 December 2001 I just spent an hour painting on my canvas. I just put everything on my kitchen floor, for relatively easy cleanup, and an added bonus of Spot walking across the paint and onto the canvas, leaving a couple of footprints for me. Such a helpful cat! :-) I found a fundamental difference between painting on plates versus painting on canvas, which actually is the difference between watercolor and acrylics: With watercolor, I have to paint the background last (with an itty bitty brush, between the foreground paint), and with acrylics, I should paint the background first, cause the foreground of any color will go right on top of it. I painted significantly more in this hour than in my first hour of painting on the canvas. And I used the darker pigments this time, instead of just the yellow red blue green. lonnie 1:20pm CST Sunday 16 December 2001 The most amazing splendid synchronous thing in the world just happened to me. I chose not to stop by the Shell station to grab a sandwich on the way to YRUU because I thought there may be food available at the church. There was none. Except some cookies from last week. I chose not to drive my car back to the Shell station because that would be silly; it's a short walk through the woods. On the way walking, I saw the man on bicycle that Amy, Susie and I thought was a man wearing a gorilla mask that day when I tried to roll the window down and yell cheerfully, "what's up gorilla!!!" and was all, "oh shit!" when I saw he was a man not wearing a mask, and oh gosh how horribly embarrassing that would have been. So I saw him again, in real life. Amazingly, he was facing away from me, so it was exactly the same view - a guy with black straight hair, wearing a suit, riding a bike. Pretty distinguishable compared to everyone else in the area. Wow. So I walked up and wished him good morning and met him and everything. His name is Lonnie (sp), and he used to work at the school at which he had been gazing and reminiscing. Nice. So thankful to have the karmic burden lifted from my mind. prev day next day |