It figures I finally have the next step on that damn canvas in my head, and it’s an outdoor project requiring good ventilation and protective gear. I always discover the next step late at night, and it always involves something I can’t do late at night. But I do have the next step for that damn canvas in my head, and I even believe it might be the final step as well.

I’ve only been working on it since February 4th. This painting has been slow in coming, but I believe I have found my style, my niche, my artsy angle. I have, at the very least, discovered something that can lead to a cohesive collection of paintings, the sort of which one might, say, show somewhere. Maybe even a whole body of work. I think I have found an artistic direction that will satisfy both my inner artist and outer artist, and that it is finally leading me in a fulfilling direction.

And yes, there is an inner artist and an outer artist living in my mind, and they are two totally different artists. One of them is perpetually wanting to paint sheer photographic perfection while not doing a damn thing to attain that skill, and simultaneously enjoying finger painting and finishing a painting in a day or two more than anything else … oh, and bright colors straight from the tube. One of them likes to wallow in the past, dredge up regrets and emotions of all sorts, and spend a really long time pasting that feeling together with glue and paint .. and words, she really likes using words and letters and numbers. I’ll leave it to you to guess which is which. Doesn’t really matter anymore, as I have found a way to make both of them happy and get them working together. Finally.

I might even be able to write up an actual, honest-to-goodness artist’s statement again. Whatever will I do with myself?!

None of this means anyone else is going to like it, or appreciate it, or even understand it. Or … want to look at it or buy it. One can hope though, right?

So that’s what I have been thinking about while really wanting to work on the next step of my canvas, but not being able to do anything about it right now. I should go to bed, but as I predicted earlier, I am not at all sleepy or tired. Damn my insomnia and screwed up sleep schedule! It must be time to watch Slime People. A stupid old horror flick will be just the thing to take my mind off the canvas. It might even bore me to sleep. I’ve never seen Slime People before, so I can’t judge my reaction. If nothing else, I can always change my mind and watch King Kong vs. Godzilla, which I know puts me to sleep within 30 minutes. I still haven’t seen that one all the way through.