Nude reclining in the back seat of my mind.

That's what I called this oil painted charcoal sketch of a woman on wood.  The image reminds me of something I'd forgotten and start to think about but can not quite recall an actual image memory. 

On 2nd thought I may recall she was sketched in Cali and I paint her in Texas. She was painted in a flash &/or flood. I often do not remember how she came to be. I have been thinking about (         ) often as of late.

 unsubstantiated & fulfilled, all
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Today was moving day for the art again, the first since late July. So I's moving all the works around and I realized, damn, there's one who's never made a show. Well, then.  Here she glows:

Went to Houston for a minute & it finally rained while I was gone. The work caught a bird feather and some grit. Gave her a good massage with a rotary sander and oil paint.

She was more avian at inception. Now she's looking more existential octopus. 

This little six by six acrylic & spray paint on cassette walk-man & wood was painted back in the day.  Got off of work waiting tables at 4 or 5 in the morning, ready to get things jump started. Back in the day when it was okay to use a lot of acrylic paint, water, spray paint and loud music in the small enclosed space of a rented room. Back in the day was fun. Today I make sure that I have good ventilation and don't ruin the floor. 

Good to find a balance. Better to look for a balance and never find a balance. Keep looking, world keeps moving.

This was one of my first encaustics, started at North Lake College during one of the several art classes I attended taught by Roberto Mungia (on a panel something like 18 wide by 36 high). This is also one of the few works I've ever only worked a handful of times.  

Once to lay down and arrange the paint.  It'd been a real hard day's night and the heat was high.  So it made all sense to create this work only using my hands to move the hot wax.

The second session I only left out in a summer sun long enough to melt just right.

Third time I worked it was a flash fire with gasoline.  Quick & hot to set the surface but not enough for the wax to run.

Carried it around a long time, coast to coast & some. Had to polish it every once again, place it in warm elements when the surface scratched. Left it in Miami.