This morning it was a song by Kool Moe Dee on the radio that perked me up...nothing like old school rap...I was just "this close" to break dancing and annoying my 17 year old. 'He ain't up on it like that', nor could he appreciate it from an historical perspective...his loss.
I am still rolling (slowly, but still, ya know) at the gym 3 times a week. This week I added an additional 5 minutes on the treadmill. Since I've been doing this, its a must for me to take an additional nap during the day and I sleep very deep...a few hours of sleep feels like the next day when I wake up. My sleep through the night is still broken up, never more than 4 hours straight. Sometimes I can get back to sleep, but on the nights that I can't I so wish I had my workshop accessible. When ideas flow in the middle of the night and at the time they seem so fantastic that I just know I'm going to remember them, right!? Well sometimes I'll write them down. :)
The colour is slightly off, but here is the piece from the previous posts. You will see I haven't attached the copper wire ring. Thank you to all the commentors who left suggestions on how to attach it. I'm still pondering them. I'm leaning toward putting in two holes and using a flat washer painted copper instead. I mixed the charcoal paint with gel medium and painted the four sides. I've yet to decide how to hang it, either frame or mounted to a stretched painted canvas...but for the moment I'm considering it complete.
The learning lesson here: painted canvas is unforgiving when stitches have to be removed...so stitches are the language of committment!
Here is an in-process close-up of the next 6"x12". This is raw and rough. My current book and the one before present information/perspectives about The Slave Trade during The Middle Passage. The raw and rough feel to this could possibly be a manifestation of what I'm carrying around as a result of reading Lose Your Mother by S. Hartman and The Slave Ship by M. Reidiker.