this morning #1219.

this morning, this life still felt like a still life. a carefully curated portrait. a staid portrayal of the basics. nothing beyond posed objects, shadow & light. no idea why i have so much trouble painting outside of the lines lately. it’s like i’ve lost the artistry in my day-to-day existence. paint by numbers. don’t get me wrong. the finished piece that the public sees tends to turn out great. “you look good,” they say. “every time i see you, you have such a huge smile on your face.” sure. it’s true. i do. smiling is a facile task. they should see what i look like under all these layers of paint. makes me wonder what they’d say if one of these days, i set the still life life to the side & just jackson pollock’d the whole thing up.