I was restless last night. Unable to sleep until 2:30. Observing the Facebook updates on previous LAB entries and the responses, likes and comments etc.
Another possible culprit could be the fact that I spent most of the previous day reeling from the tempest in the wake of the beautiful-immense-green-oil-paint-bird on the black wall.
It is a bitch to get oil paint off a Sheetrock wall.
Also to endure the criticism of my 'apparent lack of judgement' to have allowed that.
So I arrived this morning with depleted energies and menstrual cramps, not even a Molotov cocktail could compare.
I had decided to clean the wall for LAB entry 8. As I sanded the wall, the sandpaper got so hot and mixed with the viscous semi-dried paint to create a thing too terrible to hold.
Along with the paint, skin peeled off my knuckles and dropped to the floor in poorly shaped green spheres.
This was truly arduous work.
I pondered that one rarely contemplates removal during application.
Anthony 'Rojo' Vaccaro showed me how to peel paint off the wall with a machete, which he claimed would work best if bent and then pulled down on an angle. This worked much quicker, though maneuvering the long rusted blade in corners was tough.
The wall won, needless to say.
I don't want to extinguish expression but out of consideration for knuckles. No more oil paint!