Today, due to the rainy weather, I found a use for the Japanese moleskine notebook you gave me for my half birthday last year. I decided to go through a de Kooning book and draw from his paintings to keep myself working. Although, you probably have no idea what a moleskine is and most likely would assume that it is a form of parchment from mole skin and if you saw the de Kooning paintings I was looking at would most likely lapse into a shock related coma. Or perhaps, you would reconsider the purpose of painting, and maybe create a complete change in the chronology of art history.
Today I was wearing my jacket and my mom pointed out a spot of paint on it. It reminded me of the time when I visited your studio and accidentally leaned into one of the wet paintings. I got paint all over my nice button up shirt and tried to get it out and just ended up making it worse! Now that I think about it, the studio it happened in wasn’t built until the 1960’s, so I don’t know how you were even alive when I was there. Hmm, I’ll have to think it over.
Today I told someone the story of the ugly barnacle. It reminded me of when we used to tell that story whenever the time called for it and about how you almost made a poster with the story written on it. Although, that story was on Spongebob which wasn’t made for hundreds of years after you died so I’m not sure how you knew it. I guess it must just be one of those tales that transcended through history or something. Oh well.
… Miss You
Today I was on tumblr and I saw that someone had posted some poetry. It reminded me of the time when we got drunk and ended up reading each other poetry. I’m still surprised I was able to find the right page in that book! Of course now that I think about it, the poem I read wouldn’t have been written in yet in your time, so what did I read you? Regardless, It was a good time.
This morning I brewed some french roast coffee, and as I did so it reminded me of the time I visited you this summer and you made us french roast coffee in the morning. Coffee is a good thing, a very good thing.
Yet, in order for this memory to be plausible, I would have had to be time traveling a few months ago, and I’m pretty sure if you were a coffee fan, you probably preferred something a little less French and a lot more Italian.
Today, I had my first session of the wood shop master class. It reminded me of the times when I used to do stuff in the wood shop for you. Like when I made that bracelet for secret santa, or when I made those stretcher bars for you’re painting. Of course, they were kind of shitty stretcher bars, but they did the job and I can make better ones next time if you still need help in making them. Then again, you’ve been gone for hundreds of years now, so I don’t think that’ll come up again.
… Miss You
Today. I almost visited your studio. It reminded me of the when I used to just hang out with you in your studio when I was bored or wanted to hang out. I didn’t end up making it there today though. I guess it wouldn’t have mattered anyway since you’ve been dead for a over four hundred years.
… Miss You
Today, I was quite hungover. It reminded me of the times when we used to drink together and then plan on going to the dining hall in the morning to get the shittiest food possible to help with the hangover. Hopefully next time, I’ll be more coherent in the morning and can at least make bagel sandwiches. Of course that probably wont happen considering you probably don’t know what a dining hall is, or a bagel for that matter since they weren’t created until the early 17th century.
… Miss You
Remember all those times you bugged me that it was my turn to leave a post? You would complain that you put two up in a row before I would think of a clever one. Yet, the other day when I told you I had Titian’d Your Ass, you said “Well, too bad I won’t see it until after the weekend.” WELL.
I’ll let it slide this time, to be honest, you will never see these anyways since not only is it over five hundred years since you’ve died, but you do not know how to use a computer.
So this morning, like most of my mornings now, I watched Spongebob when I wake up. It reminds me of the drunk Spongebob marathon we started when I visited a few weeks ago, although in these instance, unfortunately, I am sober. And of course, I also purchased a Spongebob today when I was apartment shopping. But, I do not think you knew what Spongebob is, I’m fairly certain that both television and cartoons were not a major cornerstone of the Italian High Renaissance, so this whole letter probably will leave you confused and certain I have been sniffing turpentine.