June 16th, 2012
Cogswell’s Grant, Essex
Oil on Wood, 18 x 24 in
This was a tragic day* for me; I broke my beloved knife. Rather than having a collection of knifes that each do something different, I opted to have one knife that I had used for so long and knew so well I could do anything I wanted with it. Anything, that is, except step on it. I think it must’ve been weakening for weeks because it was in a pile of mown grass I dropped + stepped on it/ broke it. I have actually been paranoid for months now that it might break, or that I might lose it – because I love it so much! And the gods punish you for loving “objects” too much. I’ve already ordered 6 similar looking ones to try and find a stand in. I tried to finish this painting with another knife I had. What made my favorite knife so wonderful was it’s bounce, it’s springiness – the sub knife just didn’t cut it. It’s spirit was willing but it’s flex was weak. I just decided to stop and let this stand as my knife’s last work. RIP.
* – Also, later in the day I found and pulled out a tick from my leg – and three months of feeling increasingly crappy later, I learned I have Lyme Disease. Oh ill fated day!!
