Poppy Z. Brite's Blog, page 31
October 7, 2012
Self-Portrait with Bones
"Self-Portrait with Bones," acrylic and enamel paint on canvas, 16" x 20", $125 (or make an offer)
[SOLD! Please contact me at funkyegret (at) yahoo (dot) com re: commissions.]
The Night Watchmen
"The Night Watchmen," acrylic on canvas, 16" x 20", $125 (or make an offer)
The Night Watchmen are Voodoo "police" in Benin. Wearing full-body straw masks that represent nonhuman chaos, they visit the houses of scofflaws and denounce them in loud voices.
[SOLD! Please contact me at funkyegret (at) yahoo (dot) com re: commissions.]
The Cock Loves The Object Of His Demise
"The Cock Loves The Object Of His Demise," acrylic on canvas, 16" x 20", $125 (or make an offer)
[SOLD! Please contact me at funkyegret (at) yahoo (dot) com re: commissions.]
October 5, 2012
October 4, 2012
Painted Skeletons
Have spent a couple of days being assaulted from the inside by my own skeleton, possibly in revenge for painting so many other ones lately, and being exhausted, and sleeping. Finally got some of my energy back tonight, and am using it to paint. (Only 50% skeletons so far, but it's early.) Sorry for neglect of e-mails, comments, and eBay purchases. I will catch up by Monday.
Do other people with chronic pain hate big-box stores? We spend a lot of time at Michael's, the huge art-and-craft-supply emporium. You get distracted by all the shiny things and don't realize how much walking you're doing until your leg suddenly gives out on you, or you realize your spine is singing "Ave Maria," or whatever. Tonight we looked for a doll leg so Grey could make footprints, but didn't find one. Came home with Cadmium Red, Sap Green, Portrait Pink (a very weird color), and others.
Oh, Storm Front, you get me all hyped up and singing into the ends of paintbrushes, and then you always break my heart at the end.
Do other people with chronic pain hate big-box stores? We spend a lot of time at Michael's, the huge art-and-craft-supply emporium. You get distracted by all the shiny things and don't realize how much walking you're doing until your leg suddenly gives out on you, or you realize your spine is singing "Ave Maria," or whatever. Tonight we looked for a doll leg so Grey could make footprints, but didn't find one. Came home with Cadmium Red, Sap Green, Portrait Pink (a very weird color), and others.
Oh, Storm Front, you get me all hyped up and singing into the ends of paintbrushes, and then you always break my heart at the end.
October 2, 2012
What Is Loss?
"What Is Loss?", acrylic, ink, and paper on canvas, 11" x 14", $100 (or make an offer)
Text of original poem-thingie (by me) reads:
When the longcat floats above you,
Hovering in your dreams,
Don't be afraid, the longcat loves you,
Spooky as she seems.
She'll take you places cats can go
The sacred trees, the mirror lands;
You'll wake, and feel her silken fur
Dissolve beneath your searching hands.
I think this was brought on by the death of my old cat Siegfried last week. He had cancer and it was expected, but still hard.
