Happy Dr.MLKJ day everyone, and I think you know who you are. First off it's been a while and a lot has happened not only to everything but more importantly me. But nobody wants to hear about either of those coincidences. Let's start this session by looking to the past, my past.
It appears (to my mother) my Father is 28 years in the photograph this is based on, the shirt is of course younger and possibly ageless because it does not appear in the photograph as my father was not allowed to wear shirts until he was 40. This is what I gather from the family albums, I've never asked. Also had the canvas been larger I'm sure a can of beer would be resting somewhere. Interesting note; this painting is pretty hideous and my father's final words on the matter were; "I don't like the subject matter"
Exhibit A: contents (1 hand-me-down bell-bottom jumpsuit, composited of cotton, elastic and nylon; presumably) (1 swing-set, composited of regular-style swing accompanied by strange seat swingy level see-saw thing) (3 advanced talking PeeWee Herman doll)
There also appears to be some sort of plastic container under me, I assume a bubble making kit, but I don't feel that detail is important.
Moving right along Next we have a representation of my father in Oil. It's about as done as it's willing to be, as per usual I'm not in love with it, but once I get an ugly enough frame to dress it, it will hang.
It appears (to my mother) my Father is 28 years in the photograph this is based on, the shirt is of course younger and possibly ageless because it does not appear in the photograph as my father was not allowed to wear shirts until he was 40. This is what I gather from the family albums, I've never asked. Also had the canvas been larger I'm sure a can of beer would be resting somewhere. Interesting note; this painting is pretty hideous and my father's final words on the matter were; "I don't like the subject matter"This is where our trip to the past ends. I would love to tell you more about it, but for that we will have to shcedule a private meeting. My office ours are posted on the portland state website. If you were wondering
Monday: Some road movie bullshit 5.5- 9?
Tuesday: Man sits in front of room and talks slowly about what-ever he can recall about Philip Dick and whatever else, as he wears his biker pant leg strap and changes between reading and seeing glasses. 10-11:45?
Screenwriting 4:40-7?
Wednesday:
Thursday: see "Tuesday"
Friday:
(author's note: question marks appear where times are incorrect or uncited)
Thank you.
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