June 24, 2020, 11:10 PM
48x36in.
Okay. I knew this was when a lot of things clicked for me with composition.
A level up, if you will. Washed this canvas with dance, phthalo green, and falling rain.
I painted the base layer of him on my mom's dock on the Chattahoochee River.
I never planned to sell him, so I never did. But my friend did after helping me move out of a sticky spot in Atlanta impromptu. lol
I know exactly where it lives now, but they bought it.
And to be honest, being an artist has provided me with so much practice for dying.
Don't get me wrong, my heart was broken on so many levels. But thank God it just seems to be in my code to forgive.
Sometimes I think it might be self-serving, because why would I want to hold anything, nevertheless, a grudge when holding myself together is hard enough.
It breaks my heart that my friend would do this to me, but tbh I'm more pissed he didn't ask for more. lol
It's ironically flattering. Motivating. Hell, reassuring, too. Count it all gold said the J man and so I'll count my gold too.
I love you and I'm sorry for the actions you make that I know fragment your sense of self, worth, and most of all your sense of damnation. Damning yourself like I know you do. Almost an excuse to choose your ways of boo hoo.
God, I wish you'd be as good to you, as those who see the good in you. such good, such glow. Con to the artist, siempre con el arturo, porque todo es arte. Especially pain.
The painting says it all. Keep faith, my aching spirit. Prints available upon request, and s/o cameras. lol
In honor of theft, I'll resurrect this loss of me to the study of understanding Schizophrenia.
L. R. Bennett
