All right, lets keep things in order. Paintings now. Melancholia later. Check.

First, here are some of the paintings I’ve been working on (and ripping my hair out over) recently.

This one started out as a black canvas. I’ve painted on black before but I almost feel like now that I’ve progressed this far perhaps I didn’t actually need to use a black canvas. Though it did help keep the colors subdued, I’m just not sure it was necessary.

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Bad quality photo and light reflecting off the canvas. Ugh I feel like a n00b! But you can see the sky beginning to come together.

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More layers on the night sky and the back hill side has been painted.

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Phasing the swan out.

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And then there was my peacock.

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So there’s that.

Now onto Melancholia. The first 8 minutes of this movie blew my fucking mind. Yes. My fucking mind. Blamo. Gone.

It was surreal and beautiful and intense. As someone who has to check herself daily because of unwarranted phobia’s the idea of Earth colliding with another planet kind of freaked me out. But it was so beautiful. I couldn’t help but become enraptured by it.

It’s on Netflix, so fucking watch it. Even if you only watch the first 8 minutes instead of the whole 2 hours. Though don’t get me wrong, the rest of the movie is pretty fantastic also.