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You say I'm a bitch as if it were a BAD thing.

Art Thread
Posted:Jan 28, 2017 10:33 am
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2017 12:26 pm
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Pinning this to the top of my blog so we can have an ongoing thread about art.

No rules, per se –
I only ask that you read what is written before commenting. Try to use information such as the title or the artists name when responding (so if the thread gets busy, we will know what others are talking about).

It also will help if a WIP (work in progress) is posted.

If posting/sharing art – do not do more than one at a time so others can have a chance to comment/discuss before moving on to the next. (look at me – all positive it will be a busy thread…)

I might occasionally change this cover photo.
For now – my painting ‘Unfettered’ 30x40” oil on panel
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No regrets
Posted:Mar 24, 2017 1:44 pm
Last Updated:Mar 25, 2017 2:01 pm
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About this time, 10 years ago...I noticed a guy on the blogs.

He was charming & funny and seemed really uncomfortable with all the attention a couple of popular female dominant bloggers were giving him. They were pretty much fighting over prime beef. I enjoyed watching the drama. There was a lot more 'romance' drama on the blogs back then. He stayed polite and flirty, but didn't really engage in the more...childish stuff. I was attracted, but kept my distance. Not going to get in the middle of a mess like that. Plus, if he was interested in these other women, that automatically made me not interested in him.

To this day, he teases me because there was a thing going around where the women posted their favorite male bloggers. I shared mine, many of them - but did not include him. I should have as he was a favorite, but again...staying away from those women who were all after him. 10 years later, he still complains about me leaving him off.

Yeah, I was attracted though. I thought about him a lot. I wished those other women weren't sniffing around. And he...he was on my blog constantly. Being charming and funny & classy. He let me know he was interested in me. I recall some blog about me being silly, getting tipsy and jumping around on a bed with a strap-on. Then talking about how much I love rope swings - jumping into rivers. He made a comment along the lines of 'where have you been all my life?'. So...cheesy. But, looking back, I think that did it. That was the tipping point. Something about him appreciating the goofy me.

I recall him doing a bit of blog whining once. Questioning if he would be happy or how/where he fit in with the kink, etc. He was getting thoughtful responses from understanding kind women. My response was something along the lines of: 'oh for christs-sake, you just haven't met the right person yet. Stop over-thinking it.' It was a tad on the harsh side compared to the other responses. He laughed and thanked me. I remember being relieved he didn't get insulted (oh, please you handsome thing, be able to take me).

It was tricky. I had 2 submissives. But I had been contemplating for awhile by then. I didn't feel comfortable with it. Both would have liked to have had me to themselves, but I didn't want that with either of them. They were sweethearts, but I wanted to be free. I felt like I was holding them back from finding true love perhaps. I worried about them (one of them is now happily married with an adoring wife and that is so awesome - I don't know about the other).

And he, well...there were 2 chasing him. He enjoyed the attention, but it was clear he didn't feel any deep attachment. I didn't want to offend either of those women I admired. I have never ever in my entire life made a move on someone that a friend or even acquaintance was interested in. I am too pro-female to do something like that.

But I did it. I did it carefully though - in case I was wrong and he was attached. I didn't want to break something up, nor be a 'better option'. I wanted to judge if he was free or not. I made up nonsense asking about something he posted, to send it to me privately. It was nonsense because I could have copy & pasted it myself. He recalls clearly that he thought I was either quite stupid or I was into him.

We both dropped all other attachments pretty quickly after that (kindly). It was meant to be. We were quite literally perfect for each other. There were a couple of angry women. I recall one clearly referring to me as 'that cheerleader-blonde inexperienced so-called dominant'. I laughed. Never a cheerleader - not nearly coordinated enough (and more of a tom-boy athlete anyway). And being a homely kid growing up, I didn't take offense to that comment...really? me? a pretty-cheerleader-type? well hey...thank you.

Inexperienced, I suppose so...but that never stopped me. I had made up for it in a whirlwind first year of beating ass all over the place...so I wasn't green. None of it mattered though - we just meshed in a way that was red-hot. And deep, damn it was deep.

Every once and awhile he looks at me and asks 'no regrets?'
No. Not a one.
Are you freaking kidding me?
I hit the goddamn jackpot.
And what is wonderful is that he feels the same way.

I mean seriously, look at this.
Nevermind all the gooey stuff.
That is a fine piece of meat.
This is one of the first photos he sent to me, then altered by putting that writing on there after we were together.
And below that, one of the first photos I sent him.

Yeah. Go ahead, picture these 2 figures going at it.
It was a pretty hot sight, if I do say so myself.
Am I just vain, or does everyone else in a happy relationship think their love story is just the best? At the very least, it is a bit obnoxious, I admit.
But yeah...'just a bit obnoxious' might be a term used if anyone were to write my life story....lol

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I don't want to
Posted:Mar 23, 2017 12:25 pm
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2017 12:46 pm
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yes, I will go to the gym this afternoon.
I would rather paint.
I need to catch up.
I would rather post more photos of my new painting and talk about it.
But I will go.
I have new music, that is....exciting.
sort of.
I don't want to go.
But damn, I am seeing a difference.
Yeah, Kim - you go now girl.
You can do it.
You know it feels good.
afterwards.
You can paint when you get home.
You are 20 lbs heavier than when you got married almost 7 years ago.
There is no excuse.
hey - you have new sneakers!
yeah, that is ....exciting.
Just go, bitch....just go.
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first layer
Posted:Mar 19, 2017 6:24 pm
Last Updated:Mar 22, 2017 8:50 am
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When I paint the real work, I am careful and slow and precise and pretty anal.
The alias work is messy & loose & impressionistic.
He likes to tell me that when I get ‘brave’, I might combine the two styles.

I don’t know about that, but I did do this first layer fast & loose.
I have never worked so quickly before.
Part to do with my natural impatience and time restraints, but also because it just felt good.
I felt like I could loosen up some to start with because I am still not positive this will work, it is a bit of an experiment. Using 2 light sources could go horribly wrong and make the front center figure look ‘photoshopped’ in there – which is not cool since I want high realism.
Not to mention it was easier to block in fast with all those dramatic lights on the faces.

So, here is the first layer.
Way looser than I usually do.
I will tighten up and do many more layers, soften edges, deepen shadows, etc.
And I will play with the background – that is not settled at all yet.

All in all, I’m pretty pleased with my progress.
And it was a wonderful week – like being high, I don’t remember it clearly – just that it was fun.
Back to the salt mines tomorrow.
Err….painting cows. Guess I won’t get sympathy for that…

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The slave's new tat
Posted:Mar 19, 2017 12:47 pm
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2017 7:08 pm
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It is the rebel alliance symbol, the order of the jedi symbol, the resistance symbol, the humanist symbol and the word ‘Resist’, which he can read straight or upside down. He designed this himself (and much like his cuckold hidden tat he designed, I suspect it will be stolen by others to use as well). He has skills.

I never had a thing for nerds when I was younger. But I do now.
He is not the stereotype as he also works out & is hot as hell.
But damn, he is smart. And geeky. I love to poke at him and purposely mess up a star wars vs. star trek reference just to see his look of outrage and disgust. The first time I did for real years ago – I thought he and my son would burn me with those glares.

He has a huge back tat designed around his Nordic heritage and it is going to be damn impressive. He starts that in 2 weeks. I already warned the tattoo artist that he will have to be careful as I might be tempted to dry hump him as he is getting it done.

I already have plans for a photo showing this tat better. It would be from my view, down my stomach to his head buried in my crotch, and his arm up across my leg where I can see it. I would have gotten it yesterday while in that position, but I got distracted.

His brains and compassion and personality and just overall goodness is why I love him. But let me tell you – it doesn’t hurt at all to be such fine eye candy.
Life is damn good.
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Balance, woman!
Posted:Mar 16, 2017 10:47 pm
Last Updated:Mar 19, 2017 1:27 pm
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I did it – I willed it.
It has been a glorious 3 days of painting (about 12 hours each day).
Totally high as a kite, I am.
Tomorrow I have to wrap & ship for the alias work & then downtown with the husband.
It means I probably won’t get to paint tomorrow.
It’s been a long time since I have felt this way – kind of dreading having to go live life outside of the studio. It is ridiculous, of course. I love every moment I spend with the husband and he isn’t off work enough as it is…so I treasure those times we get to have fun together.
But damn, I am quite into this.
I have to get back to the alias work on Monday and I so want the first layer done before then. That way it will dry and I can get onto more details as soon as I catch up with the alias work.

There is never enough time. Five lifetimes would not be enough for all I want to create.

I used to be like this more in the years before I got divorced from the ex.
He would complain. I would often skip outings. Of course, that was also because I didn’t like him much by that time. Being unhappy seemed to help create some good ideas though. There were years that I literally only told the truth of who I was in my paintings.

There has been a bit of a process – re-learning how to come up with good ideas while being happy. It seems for years I did ‘pretty’ paintings that didn’t have much meaning. I am learning though….finding my painting voice, while being happy.

I didn’t think about it at the time, in fact I was probably unaware until he moved here to be with me – but my man gets it. He is similar. Diving in deep and obsessive with projects is his preferred mode as well, especially when creative. It was a welcomed surprise that we share this, understand, and appreciate it about each other. There is nothing like being loved and admired for being exactly who you are.

I fantasize about being a reclusive painter. Weird & known for it. Just living to paint. Throughout history there have been many. Someone who never leaves their property for years. Then again, here I am blogging…so clearly I am not cut out to be that reclusive. It just sounds lovely at times.

Balance is important though.
So I will enjoy my fine-assed-man this weekend.
There is time…I am not old yet.

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Naming party
Posted:Mar 14, 2017 11:08 pm
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2017 8:42 pm
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I did this once before and it worked out beautifully.
Tsarah came up with the perfect title for a painting of mine (thank you, woman).

Let me describe what it will be.
(I am including what has been accomplished so far, but that is not really showing much yet).

I am center, cocky look on face, stained painting apron and brushes in my hand.
I am subtly also giving the finger from the hand that is holding the brushes.
The figures are to represent forces that have tried to stop me from achieving my goals.
They are lit from below (vs. me lit from above) – and clearly angry/annoyed/disturbed, etc with the center figure.
The background will probably get much darker than this – the figures coming out of the dark perhaps.
I cropped this in closer than I had originally planned as it gave it more of a menacing quality to the figures. I want it to seem like a turmoil of negative trying to overshadow the center figure – yet she stands there in above-light with confidence, cockiness and a small smile of amusement.
This is not an autobiographical painting (so I won’t call it a self-portrait) – but meant more to be a generalized theme of a woman standing her ground to do as she wishes.

In developing the idea, I had thought to make it a feminist-leaning painting.
But, while it might have started in my head as the thread to led to this…I don’t want to point in that direction precisely. I purposely added a female to the ‘bad guys’ so it would not be seen as men being the only oppressor-types.

I had thought to name it ‘she persisted’, but no….that phrase is being used so much and it would feel somehow cheap to use it.

So perhaps a title that hints at persistence and…confidence. Of following your own path and all that. Of not giving a shit if you displease others. And maybe even hints at what assholes people can be…full of their own judgments and opinions on…well, everything (but especially women).

Ok - suggestions for a title – Go!

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obsession
Posted:Mar 14, 2017 11:28 am
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2017 7:08 pm
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I can not will it to happen, but I will try.

It is that obsessive flow that can happen to me when into a painting I am thrilled with.

I brush my teeth and wash my face, but do not shower.
Throw my hair up and get down to business in a way that leaves no room in my head for anything else. I don’t’ cook or pick up anything or talk to many people. I live in the painting. It is when the best arrives.

The husband is busy working late 2 nights this week and will be exhausted – sleeping soon after coming home. Which is perfect (even if he is not happy about the work) because I adore the man, so he is naturally a distraction.

I have done the messy parts of sanding and preparing. Breathing in too much of that dust, bad on me…I really need some medical masks. I will soon transfer the drawing…then it is time to get down to it.

I am naturally a list-maker. I have a bad memory so often in my head I am going over my to-do list. I have cleared as much as I can from my week. Maybe the gym tomorrow when I hit Fed Ex…and making some taquitos for the husbands staff breakfast on Friday. Friday night going downtown with him for his new tattoo. That is it for the week. Other than that – the week is mine to go deep and obsessive into the work. To let those lists float away and just dive.

I’ve been known to need a reminder to shower. To eat. To call my mother. To sleep…that is the big one. I do not sleep well and when driven like this, it feels so unimportant. It may not be well-balanced or the healthiest way to work, but it can help create something wonderful. It has in the past. And it feels…it just feels….fucking fantastic. It can be torture as well as I struggle to make the paint do as I wish.

I can not will it to happen, it hasn’t happened to the exclusion of the rest of my life in quite a while – but I will try.
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flowering
Posted:Mar 12, 2017 9:46 pm
Last Updated:Mar 15, 2017 8:14 am
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There is this book I’m reading.
Nothing that special really.
But there are some sentences I really like.

“A garden that made many demands she was happy to answer for.”

I like that.
Forget garden, what about a marriage?
Many demands that I am happy to answer for.
Or our home – the same.
Or having children.

And now I want to paint a painting with the title
“A garden of many demands”

Perhaps with three or more women laying there, in a garden or on grass, heads near each other, hands or hair intertwined…seen from above.

I’ve had this idea before, something inspired it.
But I had thought to name it something like ‘coven’ or some other name that made people think of female rituals. But no….women do make many demands. And we are beautiful, like the earth. Growing, changing, sprouting, flowering, shriveling, dying.

Was it recent that I worried about ideas?
That I had wondered where my imagination had gone?
oh Kim, you know better.
Seasons. That is all.
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letch
Posted:Mar 12, 2017 5:42 pm
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2017 7:07 pm
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Many of our conversations after the gym begin with…

Me: “Did you see that girl that had the….”

Him: “No”

And I’m still always a little shocked that he hasn’t noticed.

And he says:

“That is because I am respectful at the gym and you are a letch”

Ok, good point.

Today I went alone.
I’m all gung-ho riding the endorphin waves these days. I went down a jean size and I can feel my waist getting smaller. It has me revved up in more ways than one.

Today I get off the machine that works my chest and right there next to me is a guy on his knees. He is pulling weights from some free-standing thing. He pulls them, and then bends forward. So imagine….on his knees, ass facing me, bending forward with head to the floor. Nice ass up in the air, it was. I couldn’t stop myself from grinning and watching him. I had to force myself to turn away.

Then I went home and woke him from a nap by straddling his face.

Yeah. Getting back in shape is a good thing.
I can feel every muscle in my body and it feels so good.
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