Sara, you're the poet in my heart...

I got the idea to paint Nancy. This is the practice drawing, but I got the idea of doing another grisaille oil on canvas. So I've been practicing drawing her, and I might do that. Then I remembered that she's a Pisces

I kept hearing the song Sara by Stevie Nicks. And I'm not really a Stevie fan, and I don't know why it came on at that moment, or why I thought of Nancy. But then I thought Nancy was singing to me in my head. NO, I'm not crazy. Well, maybe a little. But these words:

Written by Stevie nicks.

Wait a minute baby...
Stay with me awhile
Said you'd give me light
But you never told be about the fire

Drowning in the sea of love
Where everyone would love to drown
And now its gone
It doesn't matter anymore
When you build your house
Call me home

And he was just like a great dark wing
Within the wings of a storm
I think I had met my match -- he was singing
And undoing the laces
Undoing the laces

Drowning in the sea of love
Where everyone would love to drown
And now its gone
It doesn't matter anymore
When you build your house
Call me home

Hold on
The night is coming and the starling flew for days
Id stay home at night all the time
Id go anywhere, anywhere
Ask me and I'm there because I care

Sara, you're the poet in my heart
Never change, never stop
And now its gone
It doesn't matter what for
When you build your house
Ill come by

Drowning in the sea of love
Where everyone would love to drown
And now its gone
It doesn't matter anymore
When you build your house
Call me home

All I ever wanted
Was to know that you were dreaming
(theres a heartbeat
And it never really died)

Then I thought about doing a painting of Dee Dee Ramone, as well. And then one of Sid. And if I do that, then Aileen will be in a category of her own--which she is. I like that idea. Maybe even do a sort of altar or triptyche of some sort, the Chelsea Trinity. I could build something out of wood and attach it with hinges, where it would open. And maybe have different numbers around the outside, coinciding with the tarot card readings and certain dates, room numbers, floors of the Chelsea.

Nancy...

And now its gone
It doesn't matter anymore
When you build your house
Call me home

...makes me cry.

I'm thinking about a series of trees. I want to paint my Labrinyth Tree and my Number Tree.

We went to Faulkners house last week. I love that house so much. And the grounds remind me of the Grove of Seasons, except in summer colors. The Grove does have green, lush areas, I'm sure, but it also has the Fall colors.

I need to look up painting on masonite. I think the preparation is simply to gesso it, but I'm not sure.

Nancy...

Hold on
The night is coming and the starling flew for days
Id stay home at night all the time
Id go anywhere, anywhere
Ask me and I'm there because I care

I do. I care.