I’ve been reblogging a lot of my painting posts lately, so I figured, “hey, why not put all those posts into an edition of Lazy Sunday?”
So I did! Not much more to it, but it’s been motivating me to produce some more paintings after a bit of a hiatus away from it. It’s a fun way to pass the time, and I occasionally make some money from it, which is always a nice little perk.
“Little Paintings” (and “TBT: Little Paintings“) – Ah, yes, the late winter of 2022. What a great time for getting into a new hobby, when the nights are long and the DiGiorno frozen pizzas flow like wine.
Last week I “threw back” to a post about some of my little paintings. I’m tinkering with the idea of applying for spots at some upcoming festivals, and it’s gotten me thinking about my little paintings. I ordered some more of my tiny canvasses, and if I have a bit of time this week, I hope to do some more.
Several of the paintings in this original post have sold, mostly to family members, but also to outside buyers. I sold several at a school art sale, and the remaining originals are for sale on my Bandcamp page. Additionally, I’ve incorporated digital images of many of these paintings (and some of my doodles) into merchandise over at Society6, so you can get pillow shams, coffee mugs, and even bath mats with these and other paintings printed on them. Eventually, I’m going to treat myself to these notebooks featuring my painting “Desert View.”
I watched my older brother finish the Myrtle Beach Marathon eight days ago, the second time he’d completed the race (he first ran it in 2016, and did the half-marathon for a number of years since then). While waiting for him to cross the finish line, I witnessed runners of all backgrounds and experience levels finish the half- and full-marathons.
What I noticed was that the runners were not just the super athletic, ridiculously (even scarily) lean types like my brother, but included quite a few husky folks as well. A tiny, fluffy, elderly Jewish lady finished the half-marathon. Another runner was a man so fat, his back fat formed what looked like a second butt above his actual butt.
These examples shamed me into action. If a woman with the dimensions of a bowling ball and a man with an upper butt could run thirteen-miles and change, why couldn’t I?
I don’t have any ambitions to run any marathon—full, half, quarter, etc.—but I have been rising early every morning since returning from the trip and jog-walking about a mile. Each day I’m able to push my jogging/running distance a bit further, and reduce the amount of time I am walking.
Who knows if I’ll stick with this latest round of self-improvement in the long-run (just ask my dentist about my flossing habits), but I’d like to see it through and keep improving. It is a good feeling coming back to coffee and breakfast covered in a healthy sheen of sweat.
So it is that I thought I’d look back at some past posts on walking this Lazy Sunday:
“Walkin’” (and “TBT: Walkin’“) – I made the mistake of starting a long walking regimen right before school started back—and back in the days before I woke up before 5 AM.
“Walkin’ II: Early Morning Strolls” – My neighbor and I spent the mornings three times a week walking and doing some light calisthenics. It became difficult for both of us to maintain. Ironically, I find it easier to do it without someone else. I’m at that point in my life where, rather than the other person being a source of accountability, doing stuff with other people—even stuff I want to do—sometimes feels like a social obligation (in other words, a form of work) that I have to fulfill.
“Revisiting Walking Across South Carolina” – The ultimate dream. It’s dangerous, impractical, and would probably be incredibly dull for long stretches, but I love the idea of traipsing across my State, walking stick in hand, and engaging in a Tolkien-esque journey of physical, mental, and spiritual growth. Note: I love the idea; the execution is a different matter.
I’m also toying with the idea of getting a stall at the upcoming Egg Scramble Jamboree here in Lamar—and, later in the year, getting on at the South Carolina Bigfoot Festival in Westminster, South Carolina—to see if I can, y’know, actually sell some of these paintings. If I try and fail, then I’ll know it’s little more than a self-indulgent hobby that I can keep to myself.
So I thought I’d throwback to a post from last March, one in which I showcase some of my wacky paintings.
I’m returning today from a weekend in Myrtle Beach, where my older brother and I have been celebrating his participation in the Myrtle Beach Marathon. We’ve stuffed ourselves with seafood, but he actually earned the right to eat all of that.
As such, it seemed like a good time to look back at some beachy posts of yesteryear:
“SubscribeStar Saturday: Myrtle Beach” – A post about visiting Myrtle Beach two years ago, when my older brother ran the Myrtle Beach half-marathon. Yesterday, he did the real thing—a full marathon. I ate breakfast.
This weekend my older brother will be running the Myrtle Beach Marathon, which means we’ll be feasting on seafood and good times (and he’ll be running 26.2 miles, so he’ll have earned the festivities; I’m just driving him to the starting line). I’m hoping that’ll mean a trip to Player’s Choice, an amazing comics and collectibles store that is, improbably, the anchor store (essentially) for a failing mall.
The idea of picking up three comics for $7 (as I did when I scooped up Hawkworld in 2021) seems unheard of in this Age of Hyperinflation. I don’t know how much inflation has affected the price of used comic books, but the idea of getting three of anything for seven bucks seems like some kind of fevered fantasy these days.
I really enjoyed this comic and its storyline of a decadent empire in decline, and the message seems eerily prescient for us in these latter days of the American Empire.
We’re nearly there! Tomorrow I’ll be featuring my Honorable Mention flicks, and Ponty’s Honourable Mentions after that (in a pared down two-parter, according to Ponty, as opposed to the possible three-parter he originally envisioned). Then it’s on to our #1 picks. What will they be?
Until we find out, here are Ponty’s picks for slots 4, 3, and 2, and they’re all quite good:
Astute readers may have picked up on my love for little things: bric-a-brac, LEGOs, short piano pieces, etc. In that regard, I am like a little old lady with her Precious Moments or Hummel figurines.
To self-indulgently psychoanalyze myself, I think this love the miniature comes, in part, from my own girthful size. I’ve always been big (and, frequently and currently, fat), so there’s something appealing about disappearing into a tiny little world. My brothers know that I am exceptionally good at disappearing during family social functions—usually to read a book or to take a nap in some forgotten corner of whatever relative’s house we’re visiting.
Even in fantasy roleplaying games (RPGs for my n00b friends), I like to play small rogues—halfling thieves, Wood Elf bards, etc. That stealthy, crafty quality appeals to me, especially in a compact package.
Regardless of why I like small things, I do. That is certainly the case with the arts; besides piano miniatures, I like short stories, and blogging is, in many ways, short-form essay writing.
That extends to painting, too, and a collection of small canvasses that I slowly turned into a substantial body of amateurish works.