OH MY GOD!
Well that was worth the trip to Paris all by itself, and we've gone to the Louvre as well to boot!
Nomad and I went off to the Basquait exhibit at the Museum of Modern Art. DIED and went to heaven. Not only was it unutterably fantastic, completely up the alley of what I am doing and thinking these days, totally moving and amazing but I went with Nomad who talked with me about art and what we were looking at the whole way through and what is NOT to love about every single stinking moment of that?!?!?!?!?!?!
We also managed to see a movie about his life, which was fascinating, though I was mostly fascinated by watching him in the studio.
His life: short, fast, intense, died young of drugs. Old story.
The work was amazing, big loose, tight, mad, wild, colourful and mind bending. LOVED it every last bit.
My take-aways from that day, though these may evolve:
Paint like you don't give a f*ck
a bigggggg sketchbook
Looser wetter paint
I'm so going to have to start painting much much bigger and soon. Some tarps may be called into play. Heheheheeeee
But now I'm home I find I am penjada. I am hung between. I have no book I'm reading, I have no painting I'm working on, I have no materials for moving forward with what inspired me and I feel like I'm floating. (No jet lag, so no excuse there).
So much imput and I am processing I imagine. (hope). It was AMAZING to get to talk art with Nomad, something I just don't get to do much. I am looking at art mag subscriptions, but what I need to do is paint.
and paint and paint and paint and create.
Gardened a bunch today so I got my feet on the ground, walked in the mountains so I got my body down here too. Now, just to get my head sorted! Visit to the art store tomorrow? Mayhap.
Gotta get my head back in the space. Maybe tomorrow.
.....later.....things improving. I now have 5 books I want to read and two painting ideas. Gotta love it!