I learned a new term recently: doomscrolling. It’s when you go on Twitter and just scroll looking for, well, doom. A lot of new terms and behaviors seem to have come out of this historical moment. A fellow blogger wrote about her experiences in a supermarket being called “a Karen” just because she asked the checker to charge her the correct price for some produce. Now we have a Supreme Court Justice who was confirmed in the most unjust way. And she talks baby talk.
I just don’t know. And yeah, a week from today, by midnight on November 3, Election Day, it’s more or less or somehow “all over” but, according to the doomsayers on Twitter it won’t be all over. It will still be a mess and it’s true; elections are really not decided on that fateful November night. Word on the screen is that Sweet Cheek’s Supreme Court confirmation was rushed through so that there would be enough “friendly” justices to discredit the will of the American people should Biden win. But we really won’t know until it happens, so the doomsters are, for the nonce, just doomsters (yes, WP, I invented a word. for $96/year you can let me invent any word I want).
In OTHER news, I’ve been at the big canvas (4′ x 3′) now that I have an easel. Here’s how that’s going. The first is the drawing on paper, from there the evolution on the canvas. The horizon line in all of them is actually horizontal (ha ha) I just wasn’t holding the phone straight.
It’s been fun to paint. I’ve used brushes I bought almost 30 years ago in Zürich and never used before. ❤ For the snow sky I used metallic silver paint, and I was struggling on a blue sky day to paint that sky, the storm arrived and I looked out the window to see exactly the sky I wanted. I was filled with gratitude at that moment. You’d thinking painting a gray sky is no biggy, but what’s bigger than the sky?
Painting on a stretched canvas is different, too. Normally I paint on panel which “resists” my brush while it “accepts” the paint. Canvas doesn’t resist the brush which means the result of brush strokes is different, smoother. I prefer panel, but a panel this big would probably weigh more than I could lift. It’s fine with me. I started out painting on canvas, so it’s not like it’s an unknown.
Painting has been the ONE totally good thing about these past fraught and weird months. And, as if a blessing from a benevolent divinity, when I got my new ATM card, it gave me access to a point system in which I’ve been participating unknowingly since 2014. There was $100 worth of points in it meaning my easel was free. “Here, Martha,” said fate, the great framer of destiny in the sky.
Sometime next week I’ll be going to the Rio Grande County Museum to hang paintings for their Christmas show. It was a little difficult to choose three — and why three anyway? — but in the process I realized that I pretty much ONLY paint winter and fall. The fecund seasons are — to me — just a bunch of green stuff, except, of course, for the Scarlet Emperor Beans of song and legend. I did find one painting to make a less visually bleak arrangement. When you hang your paintings in public, it’s not about you. I might not find winter bleak, but other people do.