v. to put off until the day after tomorrow
Don’t you love it when procrastination gets more and more specific?
Hello, all. I was wondering if you guys could help me. Aherm. I watercolor here and there, hunting interesting faces and shadows in the interwebz as reference.
But what I’d really like is to paint some of y’all. Maybe with a book in your hands, staring far-off into space. Or that book by your ear. Your face. Or your face and your neck and your clavicles and your shoulders. It’s up to you, feel free to camwhore. You can even be naked. Shrug. [For what it’s worth, I paint naked people on a nearly-weekly basis.] Do your thing, send me a clear enough picture, let them shadows play on the fine architecture of your faces, just go.
That is, if you want to play guinea pig to my middling black-and-white watercolor adventures. [I wish I could go photograph each of you, but that would be impossible, not to mention creepy.]
Please and thank you!
But if it is embraced solitude is the most joyful of commitments. In the grace of these quiet rooms I know far better the taste of each day. How well I know life. I understand water in its glass. As the afternoon circles, shadows move behind the objects on the tale. There is a pinch of cinnamon in Theresa’s lamb casserole. Such acceptance! Such intimacy! The paint on the chassis of the easel is as thick as guano on the cliffs where seagulls nest.” —From How to Paint a Dead Man, by Sarah Hall.
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