Continuing my color theory exploration with a turquoise atmosphere, pink light, and green shadow. For instance the sand is a mixture of turquoise, pink, and beige which becomes a sort of gray, but then water and sky get to have a lot of saturated color of blues and turquoise. The white of the waves has pink in the lightest parts with white with delicate pale green shadows.
The last two days I read a friend’s book, CallSign Voodoo by Boone Cutler. It is about his time as PsyOp specialist in Iraq. Later today I will write a review. He is a good man and brilliant. In many ways it was horrifying, I have never harmed anyone intentionally or killed anything other than mice (in traps) and mosquitos. I had planned to write the review last night, but instead I pulled an all-nighter, drawing this pastel — restoring my sense of benevolence and joy and my motive for being. I am always surprised and disappointed when artists bitch in paint. What the fu*k is wrong with them? Art is about evolution, leave the crap behind. If they want to use it as therapy, show us where they want to go in life, what goals they would like see made real. A therapist wouldn’t let them get away with the bs they pull in paint.
A synesthetic feeling I get from this is the feel and sound of crunching salt-encrusted sand.
Michael Newberry, Idyllwild, 11/13/2020