'februum' is old Latin for purification - and we're lucky February survived the final edit of roman calenders - they almost ignored it as a winter month that didn't matter ...
i dig it because, like November, it's transitional and often unpredictable - and it's my natal month with Pisces rising around the 18th - so viola, primrose, and amethyst for all ...
[now that sounds like a great palette] ... 7 a.m. and time to paint ...
back again at 5 p.m. - tedium and annoyance augmented by blasts of creative excitement is the best way to describe the day so far ...
i've been laying down some final glazes on large pieces in progress - finishing and detail work, which isn't the most exciting - and noticing, that when i'm working the 'fair weather studio' outside, less monotony occurs because there's plenty of room to keep everything flowing -
inside, i'm feeling cramped - afraid of splashing, bumping into things, waiting for the heating maintenance man to show up three hours late with no phone call after i rushed through morning traffic to buy some basic materials; trying to register a copyright on u.s. dot gov whose system seems to be overloaded, but they'll address any concerns i might have in two to three business days; the neighbor's beagle choir is unrelenting, waiting for call-backs that don't seem to happen, and the dj on Sirius Jazz seems to be schizophrenic or finds it's his only outlet to express his individuality at my expense - come on, bobby mcferrin scat singing after miles' "all blue" - where's the continuity ...
then i paint - and it's like none of it happened or matters - self-leveling for sure ...
dusk was as pretty as dawn - Pisces' colors found their way into 'logos', and i've got an idea for a piece of music - and at this point i'm tired enough to welcome the perfunctory tasks ...
it's all good ...
