Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Newd: new nude
I think I was feeling particularly vulnerable when this painting emerged. (oils, 2 by 4 feet)
Even if man loved her as a child, a doll, a decoration; even if she was warm in her house, safe with her children, would she not yearn for something more? She was, at that time, so completely defined as object by man, never herself as subject "I"... Betty Friedan, The Feminine Mystique, pg 81.
Monday, February 7, 2011
doors: opening/ closing/ slamming shut
I'm home alone, editing video and waiting for things to "render." I don't have much to say other than Happy Birthday to my dear brother Andrew (yesterday)! He brings music, muscles, and humor to our family. I like watching him play soccer and play with the nieces and nephews. He constantly teaches us new dance moves and also, he's a good example of humility and making the most out of difficult situations.
I don't have much of an update, still working at the school, constantly looking for a new job, wondering how it will all turn out...at least I live with Erin which means I won't starve, also, she is a great roommate who listens to me, and tolerates my grouchiness and displeasure at farts, and dirty dishes, and farts that escape while you wash dishes, and farts that trail you when entering cars. She also got me through my last relationship, which I just broke up a couple days ago...even if you're the one doing the breaking, it's still unpleasant...but BETTER in the end.
baby steps...me and Bob Wiley are going to get through this month...good things are ahead even when doors slam in your face (didn't get the job, the boy, the record deal, the porcelain doll for Christmas, or the right hair cut- right Mom?)
I don't have much of an update, still working at the school, constantly looking for a new job, wondering how it will all turn out...at least I live with Erin which means I won't starve, also, she is a great roommate who listens to me, and tolerates my grouchiness and displeasure at farts, and dirty dishes, and farts that escape while you wash dishes, and farts that trail you when entering cars. She also got me through my last relationship, which I just broke up a couple days ago...even if you're the one doing the breaking, it's still unpleasant...but BETTER in the end.
baby steps...me and Bob Wiley are going to get through this month...good things are ahead even when doors slam in your face (didn't get the job, the boy, the record deal, the porcelain doll for Christmas, or the right hair cut- right Mom?)
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