Showing posts with label on my nightstand. Show all posts
Showing posts with label on my nightstand. Show all posts

Friday, July 29, 2022

On My Nightstand, On My Easel 7/29/22

I did a series of On My Nightstand, On My Easel posts a number of years ago, i.e. I quoted a snippet from whatever I was currently reading and I shared whatever painting was in process.

I'm reviving that format today, and acknowledging that the OMN, OME wording is metaphorical since what I read these days is usually on my phone instead of being a book on my nightstand and what I'm painting is on paper and not perched on an easel.

On my nightstand (from a couple of weeks ago, can't remember the title and am too lazy in the moment to figure that out):

Close up (in crystallography), tears look completely different from each other, because they are. Emotional tears, for example, have protein-based hormones in them, including a neurotransmitter called leucine-enkephalin, which is a natural painkiller. Onion tears are less sticky, and disappear more quickly from a person's cheeks.

Although all tears have salt, water, and lysozyme—the main chemical in tears—how the crystals form differs, due to other ingredients. So onion tears look as dense as brocade. Tears of change resemble the fervent swarm of bees in a hive. Laughing tears are reminiscent of the inside of a lava lamp, with smarter angles. And tears of grief call to mind the earth, as seen from above.

On my easel:

Joan of Art let me go home Wednesday with a painting start she was ready to toss.



Joan of Art's start



detail of my work/play in progress

Monday, May 11, 2020

On My Nightstand, on My Easel (3)

On my nightstand

We spend hours in our backyard playhouse. 
We play house,
we play store,
we play movie stars.
We play and play,
humming with summer.

Judy Goldman, Losing My Sister: A Memoir


On my easel


detail
work in progress, 11 days in, 4/29/20
24 x 48" canvas