Academical Mummy Unfurling

Yours sinc. hasn't had much time for his own art this week. I've been busy making some art on demand that I, sadly, can't show to you, at least not yet. But another assignment happens to be helping out with an academical composition, checking grammar and improving its flow on the whole. And I remember how entangled one could get back in one's own student days, being hopelessly ensnared in words and phrasing, editing and changing until everything was a perfect muddle. And, well, then you feel like this... How the mind could drift away 'til nothing remained of the Academical Mummy... Voilà. Those were the days. I had excellent help then, though, and I hope to be the same.

Oily Vertical Mischmasch; finished

Well, I've finished this rather vertical oil on a natural canvas (gesso'ed but not whitewashed) and might do better by letting it speak for itself. It is a jumble. Isn't life also?

The last details: Some kind of village, Spanish colonial style? -- made its way on the flowerpot. Why not. Why not Anything, Dearies. I remember it from Southern California (Santa Barbara, actually). I remember those houses had "bird stoppers". And hummingbirds fluttering outside. Perhaps I simply long to go Somewhere Radically Else.

Another Frog in Oil, as Company

There has been much on my mind and progress on the oil (see last week) is slow. But at least I've added some company to the frog that I mentioned.

It's an elegant amphibian for sure; might remind one a little of Mr. Toad in The Wind in The Willows. I don't know why they dress up like this. I think they will go croaking at a party. They might even be a little jumpy about it (sorry...) I wonder what a frog party is like? -- Your turn. What do you think they're doing?

They seem to like having found company anyway, in some tentative way.
(It's not easy being green, I guess.)

Frogs in Oil

...or rather, just one little froggie right now. I've had a little go on that oil painting that has been lying fallow since March this year.

It's a nice green frog, perhaps a "red-eyed tree frog" -- one of the two different species bearing this name (Wikipedia knows it all). Perhaps it's a crossover of mine. I don't think it's very worried about it. And it has such a nice scarf, or tie... Below you may see where it is situated in proportion to the rest of the painting:

I wanted to do a companion to our lonely little froggie but got no further than the head -- then it started to rain. So it goes. Ribbit, ribbit.

Burdens

One of those who proposed this title in h*self became a burden; proving how prophetic subconscious painting can be. I really don't know why I insist on existing. What makes you tick, Madam, Sir, what's your reason? While I find my reason diminishing gravely --