Chapter 15: How to Make a Sky

Dr. Marcy holds the paper. It’s creased into sections from where I folded it up to shove in my pocket.

“Hmmm …” she says.

She clears her throat. Scratches the back of the page with a fingernail.

“Well, Fred, I’d hoped you would open up a little more. You know, about the experience.”

“But that’s what happened.”

“Yes, I understand that, but we need to explore the incident. How did it make you feel to lose Derby?”

“Shitty.”

“Yes, well, I assumed as much. But can you elaborate on that? How does ‘shitty’ make you feel? Define ‘shitty’ for me.”

“Hmm … well, it’s just … kind of shitty.”

My homework this week: define “shitty.”

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Instead of defining “shitty,” I decide to show Dr. Marcy how much I am learning about painting. My Bob Ross lessons are really paying off, and I want her to know that.

I crack open a Pabst Blue Ribbon and I write:

HOW TO MAKE A SKY

To make a sky what you do is take a tube of phthalo blue paint. Squeeze some of the paint out onto your palette. Don’t be too sparing about it. Get a nice, big dollop, mix it around and pull some of it across the palette with your brush.

Okay, now, once you’ve done that, you want to take your brush and tap it against the paint. Nice and gentle. This will ensure an even distribution of paint though the bristles. After all, you don’t want to get any blue smears across your sky. You don't want any unintended jet streams — blue wads of air for clouds to trip over.

Now, once the brush is ready, you want to take it and cover the canvas with crisscrossing strokes. Tiny little crisscrossing strokes filling the canvas out to the corners.

Just go at it, marking out the blank white space, making something out of the destruction of nothing. 

Yeah, that's it! Just make nice, tiny little crisscrossing strokes with which you will construct the heavens ... like God would have done it if he’d been working with oils instead of light and clay. There is no land to inhibit you yet. No mountains or trees or happy little rivers to block your view or hold you down. At this point, the sky goes on forever with no skyline to cut it in half. It's just you and the canvas and a brush and phthalo-blue expanses to swim through forever. Like a bubble adrift in boundless, breathless air, you paint.