My Heart Is Your Piñata

Okay, so maybe not. But I find myself wondering what would happen if I walked up to someone of the opposite gender, and told him such. I'll spare you all the boring and depressing "I'm a lonely only child, who has no boy to love her, or friends to hang with," crap. I do have friends, but I've to many things to do at home, so I cannot make plans without parents cancelling them. And the lack of boyfriend 'boo hoos' is mostly aftermath of seeing friends with their significant others. They are just so adorable & perfect together, it makes me wish I had someone. You know, the Benedick to my Beatrice. The Angel to my Buffy. The Ron to my Hermoine. Someone to hold me, and complement me even though I'll never believe them. [NO. I refuse to feel these teenage girl emotions!] Oh, and I read into things to much, so that doesn't help... sorry about the pathetic rambles. Anyway.

All I do in school is draw in my sketchbook. I've taken more photos in the last week than I did last month. I must go through all my sketches and photographs. I won't make any promises I cannot keep. You'll see something eventually. I'll just focus the emotion at music and art, so I can type up a real post.

Loves,
Sarah

Outsides, Feelings and Splats

After painting for a total of 6 plus hours, broken into two three-ish hour sessions, many things had happened. My outsides were almost totally covered in paint. Arms, legs, face, neck, and everything in between, seemed coated in red and purple and blue and green. I love the feel of paint on my skin, and the smell of paint, and what it's like to create something with it. The outsides of the house showed signs of my presents as well. There were large splats of blue and purple on the house, door and the cement. The dog has a blue spot on the top of her head, and the picnic table that I paint on, it's a lost cause. Finger painting, splatter painting, and layering with pallet knives in the dark have taken a toll.
The first of the painting 'sessions' I had two others with me. So, I wasn't about to dance around in pigtails as I do when I paint alone. It's very hard for me, to try to be calm and composed as I paint, and it showed. Taylor asked me about my current state plenty of times, but what else is new? Even my splatter painting was stiff and strained. What can I say? I cannot perform with an audience that I'm trying not to appear too terribly odd in front of.
The second session was a much needed one. To be frank, after the first one ended my anger and frustration started to build, impairing my ability to focus and teach the oboe. It took cookie dough, Voltaire and talking it out to ginger #1 to calm me down. When I went out to paint, the sun was just starting to set. I loosened up, figured out a few ideas, and stitched together my plan for the 'Big Azz Canvas.' I painted from about quarter to nine until almost midnight, using a flashlight only when necessary, stopping for a drink and to apply bug spray. I may have finished more paintings, one being a spazzy face done to kill time, but the other is a sort of abstract-y face that I may like. I don't know.
I get to spend some time today with people at the park, possibly drawing and causing a ruckus, which is always fun. I still need to do a sketchbook dump, when I can focus, and post some shots of paintings in progress.

With Love,
Sarah