Peter’s Crazy Aunt as of January 15 2012: She Never Stumbles, She Got No Place to Fall
Edward G. Nilges, “State of ‘Peter’s Crazy Nuts Flibbertigibbet Knucklehead Aunt Dances on the Strand to the Music of Bach, and the Sweet Zy-Deco Sounds of Clifton Chenier, Le Roi du Bay-oo’ as of 15 January 2012″, acrylic on canvas, 60 * 80 cm.
Edward G. Nilges, “Detail of State of ‘Peter’s Crazy Nuts Flibbertigibbet Knucklehead Aunt Dances on the Strand to the Music of Bach, and the Sweet Zy-Deco Sounds of Clifton Chenier, Le Roi du Bay-oo’ as of 15 January 2012″, acrylic on canvas.
Poussin decomposes on close examination in the Louvre to a clumsy hesitancy in the details, especially in his nonetheless sublime Inspiration of the Poet.
Whereas the forgotten Vouet, who conspired against Poussin in Paris, is perfect down to the brush stroke.
But Poussin had *Duende* and Vouet was a hack.
Moral: even if your “friends” say, “your band sucks, man” and you nonetheless want to BLOW, kid, then you gotta WAIL. It’s the closest damn thing for a man to giving birth, luckily without the pain for the most part.
When I drew this somewhat graceless and antique step, a step from the 18th century, I knew I was going all the way.
Because dang, you feel clumsy even at a Rave especially if you’re an old guy, and you start dancing by yourself, a gesture I pioneered in Jersey at Rave ups sponsored by my recovery group.
Felt faint during today’s session even though I’d eaten because I put the painting on the ground and, danced around the sucker and knelt on the hard floor to do details, reasoning that if Michelangelo could paint lying on his back I could genuflect. Noted down this health data point for follow up in my diary.