Since the other night, I have been incubating the idea of making a prequel to my book (it is still in with the printing press yet- cross my fingers that everything will turn out fine). That prequel is about the artists who painted the murals at the chateau. An artist and his apprentice. Twenty eight rooms. Giant walls. Huge murals. One year. It would be in the Philippines, set in the late sixties or early seventies. No electricity. Plus, there would be a ship docked somewhere in the nearby shore, and in it would be a mysterious lady. Seen through the eyes of an artist. Probably a withdrawn male moping after a lost business and the murals were his escape, and a talkative apprentice, probably a daughter of some historian, trying to chart her destiny. Due 2014.
I have been making critique papers for someone's PhD on aesthetics. Maybe that could help. Or I can learn art classes again. Why, Jacques Pepin was an accomplished chef but he painted on the side!
Too many ideas and eccentric plans. But it's April Fool's day and anything goes.
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