Thursday, 27 September 2012
Limited Attention of a Limited Palette
So, we'll go no more a-roving
So late into the night,
Though the heart be still as loving,
And the moon be still as bright.
For the sword outwears its sheath,
And the soul wears out the breast,
And the heart must pause to breathe,
And love itself have a rest.
Though the night was made for loving,
And the day returns too soon,
Yet we'll go no more a-roving
By the light of the moon.
Dull, dull, dull. The surrounding prison walls seem to be laughing at me due to the
incarceration of my creative soul. This several weeks of a limited palette with the 'wet on
wet' technique of a highly structured and microscopically detailed attention to detail that
was laid down by the brotherhood of the Pre Raphaelites is really starting to
drive me slightly bonkers. But...and there is a but, these paintings are probably
exciting series of works that I have undertaken as I am not aware of any other
painters who are venturing down this path of subject, location or structure.
Due to this lifestyle of a rigid order, my numerous visits to the pool have now ceased which
has introduced the oversized spanner into the finely tuned workings of my fitness
regime again. As the gothically inspired mistress of the eastern fringes, it isn't
greatly known that my entire lifestyle revolves around being super fit....SHOCK HORROR...
it's not all absinthe, laudanum and eternal angst of a doom ridden poet, hell bent on
With that said, I have swapped the pool for a daily early morning or early evening run.
Being a fortunate soul who resides in one of the most stunning areas of the country, I
have some beautiful places to go too.
Ipod-check, water-check, Moomin-check. The best thing about running with Moomin is that
unleashed and insane canines tend to make a bee line for her as opposed to me, she seems
to exude dog pheromones or something
Another project of mine that seems to be travelling at a snails pace is a graphic novel...
no wait, let's call it a storybook of retro futurism and adventuristic journeys through
Edwardian England, 'The Diary of an Edwardian Country Automaton Hunting Lady'
Pretty much what it says really, a steampunk inspired storybook based on my
lovely but slightly unhinged friend Hospheria BC. Lavish, but lavish usually
means 'takes a long time to produce.'
Oh come on Halloween, I need a party to have a good excuse for the absinthe, laudanum,
cheese and pineapple on a stick and mini pasties.
Actually, sitting here it really isn't that dull at all. Kings of Leon have just come on the radio,
I have poured another cardio-threatening caffeine infusion into my
huge stripey mug and secured my hair inside a large knitted beret ready for service,
I love my job.
Mistress crimson amelia
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