Furring, Lathing and Plastering


A Vicious Frieze I (1987), that speaks through a chink in the wall.
“Snug. You can never bring in a wall. What say you, Bottom?
Bot. Some man or other must present Wall; and let him have some plaster, or some loam, or some rough-cast about him, to signify wall…”

I like it when I’m feeling lighthearted.

But it’s been tough these days.

A bunch of old white dudes getting plastered.

So, the drawing I’m doing for this 100 Days of Words and Art seems to be helping. I get lost in it, play with it and, in the end, feel more lighthearted.

Sometimes I think about you, my reader.

“Gee,” you might be saying, “I’ve seen better.” It being the Internet and all, you move on.

As well you should.

Would I follow this experiment as an outsider?

Perhaps if I were going through a similar life transition. If I had old hobbies, skills, talents, or desires I wished to rediscover. Or if I, too, wanted to test myself and experiment and see what I came up with after doing this for 100 days.

When I was 27, I took a photo of myself once a day for 30 days (using black and white film) and mounted the finished piece on illustration board. It’s still on my wall: testimony to what this young artist was willing to try at that time.

Corporate life had a deleterious effect on me in 1987.

Others are suspicious of experimentation because it’s difficult to describe, especially when one is in the middle of it, as I am now 21 days into this.

I seriously don’t know where it will lead.

So all I have for you is this:

[100 Days of Words and Art, 2–16–2017]

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