Here is the completed painting of the Dutch-ish floral that I have been talking about lately. I don’t often commit to being finished so early in the process of painting something, but I wanted to get this varnished right away (you have to varnish as soon as it is dry to the touch, or wait a full year), so I had it photographed to force me to be “finished”.
I took the painting last week to a place in the Valley to get photographed. The day it was done was the same day that I got shat upon (nice for shit on — I was scolded by a viewer) by the seagull. I left the beach that day to drive into the Valley and pick up the painting. My plan was to get there in just the right amount of time to also grab a bite to eat and make it back to teach my portrait class at 1:00 at the Art Institute. But when the seagull christened me I was thrown off schedule a little because then I had to clean my shirt. The poop had hit my back, which added to the degree of difficulty. I was willing to pee on a bush out of spite, but it was too damn cold to take my shirt off. Airlines make up lost time in the air, and I was figuring on the same strategy on the freeway and mountain passes.
I did get there in record time, but I was going to cut it close getting to the Institute. Picked up the artwork at Image-Ination (great place that specializes in photographing artwork), and then got a hankering for a falafel sandwich. Paul, at Image-Ination suggested a place next door, and knowing I was racing the clock RAN at full tilt to the restaurant which was –crowded. They didn’t make falafel sandwiches but I could have a falafel salad and they would give me pita bread so I could make one myself. Seemed kind of silly to me that they couldn’t just stuff the fixins in there and make a frazzeled customer happy, but I said “What-ever” in my best Valley girl accent with a Southern twang.
Took them twenty minutes to make a little SALAD, and I had fifteen minutes left to drive 30 miles in order to make it to my class on time. By my estimation, that is 120 miles an hour–WHILE, making a falafel sandwich filled with dressing, and leaking all over you. Not for the faint at heart I assure you. I will say this, I have gotten really good at driving with my knees through LA freeway traffic. And the stain on the back of my shirt was nothing compared to the ones on my front.
And I want you to know, I was only five minutes late. And full.
TIP FOR THE DAY FOR THOSE OF YOU LIVING IN THE LA AREA: Steer clear of silver Honda Accords with License plate number 4TQTXTR.