It has been twenty years since I've done a load of laundry at a laundry mat. It wasn't as romantic as it was when I was living in a log cabin in Topsfield MA. I think it was the time spent that started to bug me. A book was impossible to read with Journey and Rush squealing out of the tiny speakers. It is already noon and I finally made it to the atelier. Three 48 x 32 surfaces in progress and one hand-painted blade sign ready to mount have been calling to me.
I suppose one good thing that came of my laundry-moment was this thought:
Color is subordinate to light and shade. - Atelier Apothegm #1 (I am going to start collecting these so the number represents quantity, not quality).
Now I can erase this off the white board:
Depressing or inspirational, it is up to you. - Atelier Apothegm #2
2 comments:
I still do the comforter at the laundry mat. Same one as when I first got out of college.
I should make note of my apophthegms. (Brit.) I like the extra consonants.
Make note and I we can make corollaries and parallel treatises.
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