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My mother’s cousin died this morning.
GRIEF… wailing, neverending torment that infects others with its sickness. Though… does it really infect? We, all of us, intermingle, as do our breaths, our electrical fields (misname them ‘auras’ if you will), and suchlike. Grief melds with others and makes them feel the intensity of its passion, even — if heard — across vast distances.
TEARS… streaming. Picasso’s ‘Weeping Woman’ suddenly makes incredible and vivid sense. Francis Bacon’s melting faces portray the truth of our grief, torment and angst. What lies under our masks that we present to the world, to each other, oft times even to ourselves. The POTENTIAL there, underneath it all, awaiting catalysts.
Unadulterated grief so vivid it looks theatrical, abruptly even mocking. A window between us as the hearse drives away. I can say and do nothing since we cannot communicate — only look. I feel like a voyeur, like a character from a panel in one of Bacon’s triptychs.
Studies from the Human Body, 1970 features, in the final segment, a man who seems painted on a door and yet also viewing as though through a window. He has a camcorder set up to record some private act or other. I suppose in a sense I too merge into him, since here I sit, typing about all this now.
So I have started painting in earnest, having never really handled a brush for artistic painting since high school. In fact, I recall enjoying drawing at school (though I could not manage it very well), but disliking the painting because I would inevitably spoil my nice drawings.
I have taken up using acrylics, though I have had a go at watercolours too, and even some oil pastels. I have painted a few pieces, but I suppose it takes hard graft and practice to achieve decent results.
Currently reading: Quick and Clever Acrylics by Michael Sanders. He believes I can learn to paint!
We had new counters installed at work on Saturday. We had to close (we usually open Saturday mornings), and when I walked in to work today the single counter had extensions to it, and large glass counters replacing the previous unimpeded face–to–face contact we used to share with customers (whom we call ‘members’).
I took a picture of our new look counters and should upload that later when I install Bluetooth software onto my home computer. Alas my previous computer conked out, meaning I have many pictures & songs on there I can’t access; I never made a backup of them because my old computer didn’t have any CD– or DVD–writing capabilities. I realise I never took a picture of our old–style counter, so a pic of the new counter only looks impressive in context… Hmmm.
Other than that we have had numerous problems with our computing software, mainly due to us not taking the time out to iron out all difficulties prior to opening to the public. We should have closed until lunchtime, come in early and fitted all the computers, ensured they worked fine in conjunction with our server, and only then opened to the public — instead of all these farts & arses we’ve now had to endure.
Score: p00 out of 10.
