got Spencer stuck in my head....

yeah I'm taking another break from painting. I took some turns and blocked out completely black hanging chickens on top of the painted ones (not right on top, but like overlapping). I think it looks really cool. There's only about 4 of em so it's not too overwhelming.

Started the triptych as well. This time instead of just painting all over it, I started with the black figures arranged in an upside down manner....(actually....I painted it, then realized it looked better upside down, so I'm goin' with that for now). I figure I'll try to do a reverse process this time instead of blocking everything in then going it over and over. I think if my sense of where the end begins, I can make the beginning much stronger.

I bet this would all make so much more sense if I had pictures. Too bad blogger doesn't know how to handle paintings like mine.....o well.

After getting all of that done, I sat down and read for about 40 minutes straight. I have 4 more pages of Imran left. So far out of the two suras this one is my favorite. Just because it goes over and over about how if you don't do what is asked, then you're screwed in the hereafter. I remember sitting in Sunday school back in the day and just rolling my eyes when they always talked about the birth of Jesus. Why? Because they always had to make it seem like his birh was a late night barn yard musical. They made such a big deal about the surroundings and how all the animals in the world huddled over his straw baby carriage, that the entire story lost its meaning. Anyway, I don't know, I always feel like a complete dork when talking about this stuff.

I have to get off that kick about how whenever I mention something from it I feel like that kid outside of school standing on an old milk carton talking his head off about how everyone but him will visit eternal hellfire.

Insert the time when this actually happened after school as my friends and I were all playing the air guitar while running out the building then suddenly all stopped dead in our tracks once we saw the kid on the milk crate. Is it necessesary for those kids to either always wear a trench coat.....or a cream colored "members only" jacket.

o well, I'm gonna go paint and finish up the last few pages of Imran.
bye bye. I feel like I could go as either one of those guys right now.