Evening in the Garage Studio Painting the Fort Worth Flatiron

Flatiron in the garage studio at night

The school schedule finally knocked me down.  I called in sick today, slept till nearly noon, and woke up feeling better than I have in months.  Retiring to the garage studio (man cave?), I resumed work on this Fort Worth flatiron building that I have been unable to give undivided attention to since its inception.  The result is that today it has made notable progress.  Tonight I finally drenched the foreground street with warm neutrals, trying to render the mottled shadows of the overhead trees, and hopefully get this building to “pop out” more.  I still have to darken the areas behind the building as well, and will get to them when I can, perhaps tonight.  I’m not tired yet, though this is just about all I’ve done the entire day.

I have been drinking deeply from the Mystic Fire video presentation of James Joyce’s Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.  Many of his Irish Catholic tensions stemming from his upbringing have close parallels with my own Midwestern Protestant past.  I’ve been haunted lately by the closing words of his novel, describing his sentiments while in exile:

“O life!  I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race.

April:  Old father, old artificer, stand me now and ever in good stead.”

Thanks always for reading.

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