09/26/2005: "Oil primed linen"
I started the commission on a 30"x40" oil primed linen. Now, I've never used oil primed linen primarily because they're so expensive, (list of 85 bucks but I got mine at a discount from an artist friend who gave up painting)...all I can say is that painting on oil primed linen is...what's the expression...? oh yah, FUCKING AMAZING! How can I go back to the farm now that I've seen Paris? (is this a common expression outside the US?)
What else? I got the dobro tuned and watched my first instructional DVD on Sat. and I think it sounds amazing, even though I can't play anything on it yet; it's picked like a banjo and I get to wear these funky finger picks.
Oh, and to the guy who called from Ohio wanting to chat, hi and sorry bout that, and sorry I haven't been returing emails lately but the vast majority say: I want to move to Alaska, what's it like living there? That's like asking what life is like in the US, it's big...and I don't want the responsibility of anyone deciding to move here because of something I've said.
A friend stopped by for coffee yesterday. She's lived here over a year now and everyone keeps telling her that if she can just tough it out the first couple of years she'll grow to love it but her point was, "why should I have to waste two years when I could live somewhere I love from the start?" Good point. It got me wondering if any of us really "grow to love" where we live, or if we just get used to it after awhile?