last light

First, let me say how good it feels to be
back into the sticks again.

I don't know why I always post on Fridays,

but it's Friday, so here I am 

with my first painting done out of the new pastel box.

An organized palette helps me see what I'm doing.

Even if it's the last light.

hue and cry

Is there such a thing as color constipation?

Value vapor-lock?

Pigmentation saturation?

Chroma chelation? 

Tone deafness?

Yes, yes, yes, yes and yes.  

The other pastel sticks lurking in this studio 

(and they are... rolling around with the dust devils 

under the furniture, 

stashed in cigar boxes, even lost in my drawers), 

sticks which didn’t make the cut 

into the box in this round, 

well, it’s too damn bad.  I’ve hit my limit.  

At this point, I am hueless and clueless.  

Can’t see the forest greens for the tree greens.  

Can’t see the sea blues.  

I still have neutrals and grays to do, 

but they’re merely ghosts.  

I need more boxes, but the thought makes me sweat.

It's all getting blurry... 

Hard to believe, but this color junkie 

has finally overdosed.  

Which is not to say I won’t be back for another hit.  

Because... sigh... that’s the nature of the beast.    

summer froot toot

I bought one of Dakota's new pastel boxes.

Impressive quality.

But for a born sorter, loading it will take some time.

And a half.

In the meantime, 

thank goodness for the iPhone Pollock app.