Mary’s Last Day - Acrylic on Canvas - Old Recycled Wood Frame 2006 ©dianegreen
Tuesday, January 10, 2006, New Moon in Gemini.
3 pm
Intention: I will transcend poverty and illness, chaos, and misery. I will achieve health, happiness, peace, and prosperity.
Witness: Sending Goya packing and got a new enlarged Madonna of the Bombing. I can see progress adding the fissured landscape coming into Mary's Place too. It's getting better. I'm still 60 pounds overweight and in pain, but will go to a doctor soon. Really, I will. And then I'll take a vacation. A bona fide series of days with which to do nothing but travel or detox my home and body, or some combination of all the above. Yep, it can all happen. Relaxation is the key. The magic carpet ride that will get me from here to there without going stark raving mad with time to spare. Relaxation for growing love, patience, and tolerance. If I repeat this continually, everything will be fine.
Francesca Goya Portrait - Acrylic on Canvas - 2006 ©dianegreen
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
9 am
Intention: I will transcend illness. I will resolve disharmony. I call my loved ones.
Body: Recovering - Heart: Smoldering - Mind: Full - Spirit: Hopeful, Crushed
Witness: Getting picky about this painting, but I fixed some shrubbery petals. Now I'm thinking I might extend the odd little alien Lily on Mr. Goya's left right, but that would take a whole lot more time. What do you think, Mr. G?
He: What about my candle Halo?
I: Good point Dude.
1 pm
Intention: I am serene, floating above the chaos.
Witness: The landscape. Cracking up. It does remind me of that dream I had of the earthquake fissure down the street of my childhood, where I was left with Mrs. Lansky in her yard with a wide gulf between my home and myself, why this dream is seeming to come into the foreground of my artwork and thoughts lately is unclear, but I have a hunch why I cannot call a certain loved one who refuses to explain why she has written me out of her life. I don't understand.
Tuesday, January 17th. 2006. Waning moon.
9 am
Intention: Relax and connect with source
Witness: It's getting there, looking more finished day by day. Still wondering how to finish the blast. Compelled to write “Ka-boom” inside it. But lately lots of people are writing on their paintings long after I stopped doing the same years ago. Maybe an orange burst in the center, then maybe a white one inside that. I did get the blast reflecting in Mary's eyes. Any thoughts, Mary?
Mary: At least I got out in time, and it didn't awaken the baby. We're on the other side and I'm just cutting my losses, which, after all I've been through, is just another day in the life.
I: I hear ya, sistah.
Wednesday, January 18th. 2003. Waning moon in Scorpio.
Intention: Relax. Continue.
Witness: Grasslands with visions and a bombed city. Mary's hometown. I guess I can see the parallel with my life. Yep, destruction going on, but it's really far away. Although it always depends on perspective.
Mary: Gotta step up to the plate on all the issues, even all the bills. You can do it. Just answer one of those e-mail offers.
I: Yeah, I guess you're right. But I want a Jeep.
Mary: Get it. Just cover all your tracks and stop those calls.
I: Right-o
1 1 am
Intention: Relax. Improve.
Witness: Feels like one step forward, two steps back. But I just had to redo Much of the sky bomb. Portion of this painting. The bombs were bigger than the city they were descending upon. But translating a line of cut print into a painting is challenging. I remember having some difficulty with the other Madonna. I wonder what would happen with the Three Eyed River girl if she were changed into a painting. Come to think of it, the fish on the bicycle did OK. I guess it's good to realize there's hope for this canvas, but is there time to get it in the show?
Mary: Chop, chop.
2 pm
Intention: Take it easy.
Witness: Tightened up the bombing and wherever this is. Beirut. Bethlehem. I don't know. But the blast looks like it could have been confused with the star in the East 2000 years ago.
4 pm
Intention: Ground and center. Relax. Connect.
Witness: Mary, I see you now as the force of All without war. If men of government could only see the peace, love, and understanding that you are. And they could learn to manage their affairs like you. You (as a painting) are getting close to being finished. What do you think about?
Mary: It gets lonely in museums.
I: Don’t you have neighbors to talk to?
Mary: Not if you’re the New Girl in town.
I: Then if you would be new, how do you know it's lonely?
Mary: Are you kidding? There's a million paintings out there of me, all sizes, shapes and colors.
I: Oh, yeah. Sorry.
Mary: I was born at night, but it wasn't last night, Einstein. And you're not the only painter in town.
I: You're right. I'm humbled.
5 pm
Intention: Finish.
Witness: Close, but no cigar. Let's see a few things that need fixing, but I think this painting can get to the framer in time for the show. How do you like them apples, Mary?
Mary: I can't concentrate on apples or anything because someone keeps talking and distracting me.
I: That can be a problem.
Mary: But regardless, I'll be packed and ready to go by tomorrow.
I: Cool.