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| 8x16 acrylic on canvas, 3/4 painted edge, $120. |
WHEN I PAINT, I love listening to both opera and screamo (a style of emo notable for its screamed vocals). The phrase "fever pitch" comes to mind. One advantage of opera is that, since the words are usually in a language I don't speak, I can change them to anything I like, and sing aloud my own story.
TODAY I watched Cavalleria Rusticana, a tragedy about love and betrayal in Sicily. Since I was painting the January light behind the trees on the BLM land, here in Three Rivers, I envisioned the trees and rocks singing to the sun. "O Winter Sun... DON'T FORSAKE ME...You are too beautiful..." You get the picture.
HAD SOME trouble at the end, when she screams, "They killed Torridu!" It's a work in progress.
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