real painting.

i still haven't figured out the physical properties of real painting.
i don't actually know if that's what i'm designed to do,
instead of just drawing and coloring with paint.
i won't blame the materials,
that's weak sauce when it comes to art-making.
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in food-making and cake-baking, that's real, for sure-
mmhmmm.
in the kitchen you use the best everything,
but that's not necessary in the studio.
what?
oh. no.
not the tattoo studio.
we only use the finest, cleanest, newest, freshest whatevers in there.
i meant on the drafty drafting table,
where i've got eleven plastic squirt bottles of crafty paints,
worth about five dollars all told,
and the bag of brushes i've been burning through like brushfire,
because they're poorly constructed of dime-store materials.
no,
i'm not bragging,
i'm doing an experiment.
y'know?
i use the best everything, to make even better somethings
whenever i'm baking up some greats in the ever-lovin' ovens of the
 Folk Life & Liberty Fortress test kitchen.
i mean, c'mon,
rules is rules, and quality begets quality.
but,
art times call for stronger, sterner, stouter stuff.
and that's no joke.
so the experiment is:
can poor-person-style folkishly artsy jauns become something bigger?
or better?
or more?
i sure hope so,
and that's my hypothesis,
so i'm still steady reppin' soda boxes,
and i'm still struggling with sh!tty paints,
because like i just said,
rules is rules,
and the prime directive is to just be dope, or F* right off.
regardless of what you're working with,
you make the best out of it, by putting your personal best into it.
that's especially poignant today,
as i turn the corner into february,
and mark a mountain of milestones in my spanning of time and space
in the overlapping circles of spirit and memory,
as i fail, founder, ferment, foment, foster, flail, and fire up the next few days.
no?
oh. okay.
anyway,
i've had some gaps in the schedule,
and i've been keeping busy.
that's my move.
nobody gets ahead by taking it easy,
and i'm already one full month into this year.
i've got a lot of work to do, neighbors.
real painting is probably hard.
i don't really know how.
like i started saying at the top, i mostly just draw a bunch of stuff,
and then sorta color it in with these brushes.
is that real painting?
no, for real, i'm asking.
what about backgrounds (ew),
and landscapes, an' sh!t like THAT?
isn't that a thing?
i can't really hang out with that stuff,
but i can keep practicing when i'm not gaining on those movie checks, y'heard?
word up.
i wrote all this, just to show you a picture of a 1950's sci-fi space zombie.
check the retrofit-type teleport:

ZOMBIE-vampire-spacesuit sucka!
styles on styles are what i'm trying on, like in a fitting room.
real painting doesn't mean every kind of painting,
it means working on what you like, only doing a better job of it.
.......at least, that's what i think it means.
***********
goodbye, january.
it was big fun while it lasted,
but damn, it sped by at breakneck speed.
you'd think it'd seem longer what with all the exxxtra awakefulness i experienced,
and yet,
it's over already.
tomorrow means rabbits, and B.H.M.,
and anniversaries of sorts,
and all sorts of other other things we'll discuss when the calendar flips over.
it's all really happening,
and that is absolutely the whole F*ing point;
never quiet, never soft.....