Idle Hands And Such

So, busy week. Still much to do. I have a friend who wants to buy three watercolor paintings from me. Three. A nice little payday. Only hitch? I have no idea where they are. I have so many paintings and drawings in so many totes. I did a quick count in my computer portfolio. 7,943. And that doesn’t count the 20-25 acrylics that I’m currently working on. And I did three pieces of art last night, and I’m fixing to do the same tonight. I should hit 8,000 pieces in about two weeks. I got serious about art in 1999, so it’s been twenty-five years. That comes down to about 318 pieces per year. A little online research tells me that Picasso created 51,347 pieces of art. He was 91 when he died. That comes out to 564.25 pieces a year. From the day he was born. I’m skeptical, to say the least, but whatever. Rembrandt: 783 paintings. That’s respectable for the 1600s. I’ve got nothing but love for him. Picasso too, for that matter. I just think the reputation far exceeds the facts. Van Gogh: 2,100 artworks. He has always been a big influence on me. All three of these guys have, but Van Gogh was always The Man as far as I was concerned. Check out his stuff and tell me he’s not one of the greatest artists ever. Unlike the other guys, Van Gogh wasn’t trying to be famous. He was creating the art that was in him. He lived a mighty sparse life in pursuit of that. Anyway, if I do four paintings a day for thirty years, I can pass Picasso. Five a day, and I’ll be there in 23.49 years. If I thought anyone gave a shit I could probably do it. I could probably do it a whole lot quicker if all I did was paint. Just saying. Anyway, here's some art for you:

I really like this one. I’m normally hyper critical of my work, but I’m loving a lot of the things I’ve been doing. I’m either getting better, or more conceited. Could be a bit of both, too, I suppose.

I’ve done some hand paintings too. I used to hate to do hands, but now? Not a problem.

You know? It wouldn’t take a whole lot of money for me to just concentrate on making art and, time permitting, taking a run at Picasso. Okay, I’ve got an idea. I’m gonna run it past my wife and see what happens. She’s the voice of reason. I hate to think where I’d be without her. As always:

AKO ANG HARI

DOUG