Catch of the Day

A friend of mine, C. B., is a wonderful artist. A few days ago, she posted on Facebook her latest painting, a colorful village by the sea, and I was inspired by it. Earlier this morning, still jetlagged, I opened Fresh Paint and created this piece.

End of Summer

End of Summer

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Catch of the Day

Friday Snippet #48 and Monday Drawing #17

InfiorataSunny. Sunny. Sunny. That’s it. Enough reasons to put together my resurrected Monday Drawing ad the Friday Snippet in the same post. My tan allows me special powers. Also this is my blog.

Nothing to add on the rewriting/editing front. Same as last week.

From Elios, which is slowly taking shape:

Areel paused a moment and lowered his head. “Soon, we’ll be reunited.”

I nodded. “Yes, very soon.”

“You’ll see, you’ll feel better once you’re home.”

“Areel…”

“Yes?”

“I can’t help but wonder about the softness of her skin and the pleasure we would have experienced with the briefest sharing of our thoughts.”

Areel gasped and for a moment his image faltered. “But you haven’t attempted a Share with her? You told me you hadn’t—”

“I’m the epitome of the perfect Observer.” I looked at him and shrugged. “Never touched her. Never kissed her.”

“Good. That’s good. Because you know what would have happened to her if you had.”

I raised one hand to stop him from spelling it out for me. Every Observer knew the rules and I didn’t want to talk about scraping her mind clean of my memories.

But Areel keep talking. “She could lose her mind through the process.”

“I know.” The procedure was the equivalent of a sophisticated lobotomy.

“You know the exposure to us changes the subject’s DNA—”

“I remember.”

“Then you also remember that the subject transfers Solean DNA in their genes and passes the memories of us to the next generation, and then the next, changing both their history and ours.”

“I remember!” I finally shouted, but Areel wasn’t done yet.

“There are too many implications in having a superior knowledge way ahead of time. Especially for a violent society like the humans.”

I was furious with him, but I composed my voice and repeated, “I did not touch her.”

“I trust you.” He sounded apologetic and before I could ask what was all that about, he whispered, “It makes everything easier.”

Friday Snippet #48 and Monday Drawing #17

Fresh Paint and Insomnia

There are advantages in sleeping less and less. Sanity slips away, but creativity gets a boost. My latest digital oil painting is inversely inspired by the grayest sky I’ve ever seen during summertime. Before I’ll lose my ability to articulate understandable thoughts, let it be known I like Fresh Paint quite a lot.

Summer Thoughts

Summer Thoughts

Fresh Paint and Insomnia

Fresh Paint and Long Flights

One of the worst things that can happen on a ten hours flight is when the little screen screwed on the seat in front of you doesn’t want to cooperate. It happens. A lot. That is why I fly organized for the worst. My plan is to go through batteries. Once the phone dies, I switch to the laptop, then to the zune—I’m one of the few people on planet Earth who actually bought not one but two zunes and still loves them—then to the kindle. Rinse and repeat for every single flight.

On the last flight coming back from Paris, I tried Fresh Paint on my Acer Aspire—one of the sexiest laptops ever produced.

Paesaggio Campestre

Paesaggio Campestre

Fresh Paint and Long Flights