Last night, I finished work, read book, went to gym, worked out an hour and half. Came home, had dinner: plant based tacos. Spent the rest of the night moving and organizing my oil painting studio.
Fell asleep listening to my meditation.
Woke up a couple of times. Fell asleep again.
Had a dream that I was going to take the train with Mr. Rossi. We were going to see a play, someone we both knew was in it. I couldn’t tell if Mr. Rossi was in a good or bad mood. ( Later, I remembered that this was always the first work inquiry: is he in a bad or in a good mood today?
Drove to Hall of Justice parking lot. Walked to Peet’s for coffee. Sat down to work.
Across from me a group of gentlemen in their fifties, they look so familiar. Same men, same manners, same look as the many group of men I encountered downtown.
Listen to a podcast about E. H. Made notes of a few things we have in common:
- wanted to study fine art, family conviced him to go for commercial art
-Went for months without painting because didn’t know what to paint
- Had zero interest in socializing with the art world
- No children, dedicated his life to his art
- Got most of his inspiration from his commutes to the city.
First podcast I heard they pointed out how his wife is the model for all of his paintngs. The way they said it sounded as he was so inspired by his wife. On the other podcast, they claimed that the reason was because the wife was so jealous, would not allow another woman to pose for him.
Hilarious!... apparently they fought a lot, and he was not nice to his wife. His wife Josephine, "Jo" was also a painter, he didn't respect her art, however, it is because of her that he found success as a painter.
Need to sear for her paintings now.
Podcast talked about famous painting Nighthawks apparently inspired by a short story by Hemmingway the Killers. Got the story and will put it for book club.
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