Temple Of The Dog Over The Plymouths

Started new painting in garage.  I told Kim, "See it's coming together."  That was followed by a moment of silence and Kim's encouraging, "How do you do that?  That's a real gift to be able see it like that.  I just don't see it."  I realize now how funny it is that I just assumed she could see what's in my mind's eye.

 If I were to paint this orderly it's going to lose the vibrance.  It will not turn out good.  Not only that, I'll get bored.

In this case I DO have a plan.  I'm copying an original.  It all started when I heard "Hunger Strike" by Temple Of The Dog.  Maybe it was that I read something about obesity in school being related to potatoes.  Maybe I wanted to mull over the disparity of some starving needing a potato and another unable to move well because of too many.  Maybe it was Connie being here and me thinking about Van Gogh.  I dunno.

I suppose I should be more direct.... but that makes it so painting by the numbers where it's all flat and really I don't know what I'm going to do just yet LOL