27 August 2021

 

     I started Peter McGough's I've Seen the Future and I'm Not Going: The Art Scene and Downtown New York in the 1980s.

     I have been going back and forth with Carla to see if I can get this power of attorney switched over so I can access my money.  This really is the last thing I can control before I die that I need to do.

     My friend Al says she is hesitant because prisoners are always trying to get money from people on the streets and this seems fishy because I am actually trying to give it away.

     I ran just under a mile and a half.  OSCI is running contests for Labor Day.  They have a mile run, which I signed up for.  I likely will be coming off of two weeks of radiation.  I'll be damned if that will stop me.  But this could be rough.  Radiation is really harsh.  Thus far the only thing I have found worse is the cancer.

     I worked on my van Goghesque self-portrait.  The failing eye sight is really making things a challenge.

     The cubist self-portrait is dry and can be worked into again.  I want to glaze dark into areas and the it should need a signature and be done.

     I received a letter from my artist in crime friend Kelly Bodoh.  He would like another work of mine.  He says what I am doing now is more interesting.

     I agree.  I am no longer doing work that St. Vincent de Paul can sell for charitable causes.  I am being an artist for arts sake.

    I need to see if he wants a drawing or painting.  If it is a painting I can ask the Portrait Society to send it to Heidi post show, but cannot promised they will do so.  I also want to ask Carla if she wants anything.  The rest I want sent to the Prisoner Express archives on the Cornell campus. 

    When I send it to my folks they just get rid of it, so I stopped doing that.

     I did this beautiful Aaron Rodgers painting for St. Vincent de Paul which I sent to my parents to photograph,  and forward to St. Vincent de Paul.

     It was photographed, but never made it to St. Vincent de Paul.  When I asked where it was I was met with silence.  I stopped asking.

    The chest pain is getting irritable.  I may have to start taking that damned oxycodone.  I am pounding the acetaminophen and it just might be falling short of needed pain relief.

     I received my canvas order today.  That means once I finish what I am going I can slip right into my self-portrait in-the-style of Alice Neel.  I want to make it a 24" X 36" diptych.

   With this order coming in I should be able to get one last order in to J.L. Marcus before we lose them as a vendor.  I need matte medium, because I do not know if that will carry over.  Then I can buy paint for my mosaic and shadow box anywhere.