CleanLines, originally uploaded by carolsLittleWorld.
This is my last sober building for a while now. Earlier today, I was in the studio, playing around with some pastels, and I decided that I wanted to draw myself some “drunken buildings.” I tried to explain it to somebody else too, I said, “I have this burning desire to create drunken buildings-you know, buildings that look like parenthesis?” She didn’t know what I was talking about. Then, I drew one and she said, “oh! Right! Like Doctor Seuss!” Yeah, just like that.
Then I did a big pastel of these “drunken buildings” and I realized that, tonight anyway, I might have found my true calling. I felt like a kid again. It was fun. It’s fun to draw drunken buildings. The entire world should be drunk all the time. The entire world should never have to conform to things like horizon lines, levels, and plumbs. Even the word plumb, well, I take exception to that. A plumb is a nice tasting fruit and I refuse to grow up. It’s never to late to enjoy a misspent childhood. In fact, when I was a kid, I used to draw straight lines, lines with rulers. Now? Not so much. Make them all shaped like big giant “C’s” I say. There’s enough serious in the world, let’s have some fun, shall we? Drunken buildings for one and all.
I did a big pastel of these drunken buildings and, while I was doing it, I realized something. It’s kind of hard to do this. I mean, it’s kind of hard to figure out what color to use for them. Nothing normal here-I made the sky a bright yellow, a lot of the buildings purple, the people sort of dark reddish. But, it’s hard to do. The urge to mass in some kind of realistic like color really hit me-I had to fight it and fight it very hard. I mean, how do you come up with a color scheme for a world that doesn’t exist? Eh, lime green, purple, anything crazy will do, I suppose.
In the end, I’m almost happy with my drunken buildings. I want to do more. I feel empowered by these drunken, leaning, circular spectacles. No more straight buildings for me. Maria even said to me, “this is what you are supposed to be doing.” It’s like I’ve found my true calling. They are so *me* in oh so many ways, these drunken buildings are.
So tonight, I have to say, this might be my last sober building for a while. I may never draw one again, in fact. I like them all drunk, like Dr. Seuss. Drunk like Gaudi. Leaning over, tilted, jilted, crooked, crumpled, creviced, or otherwise messed up in some little way. Drunken, purple and lime green crooked buildings, yup, that’s me. I mean, crap, why be normal?
This is my last sober building for a while now. It may be my last sober building ever. I’ve found a new way, a better way, a drunken building way. And, frankly, I can’t wait to show it to you. I want you to see what kind of a drunken building stupor I’ve worked myself up into-I want to share my new little drunken building world with everybody I see.
Is it lime green in your world tonight? Or are you still a plain beige kind of a person today? Go on, loosen your buildings and see what it does for your perspective.
Until next time…
Yes. Gaudi comes to mind. I live in a drunken house. If you drive past from the North, it appears to be a green house with dark red shutters. From the South, it is a yellow house with green shutters. This is because 7 years ago when I began painting it, I gave up half-way through the job!
I love that. I wish I could paint my house two different colors.
I'm totally surprised by how many people have said to me, "oh, I know that guy! He built my house too" after I made this post. Everybody, it would appear, lives in a house made by a drunk.
Maybe there are drunken architects out there too? And drunken house painters? It would go a long way towards explaining your choice of exterior + trim color, wouldn't it?
Drunk photographers? Oh yeah, a bunch of them roaming around the wilds too.