being busy has nothing to do with it... i should be making time to do my vent work... in all fairness i have been expressing myself just in a hands on sort of way... not on line here... i have been dealing with quite a lot of "actors" this season, and we all know how touchy they can be... they take everything so personal... no sense of humor... and most everything is by the book... those year end evaluations create lots of pressure... so needless to say a bit of hot-water and deep do-do i have found myself in early in this season... my hell you mean to tell me it's three quarters past August already!! Well that almost borders on obscene... ya know fecaobok is a habit forming, allowing one to make most of the time cryptic statements and don't have to explain ones self... or you just crawl the web and post things that are the best ever! Then everybody else just scrolls and likes. And in my case with seventy+"friends" i only interact with about a half dozen at best and scroll through the rest... i have wanted to quit lots of time... butt, we all have one, it provides something to kill time and vent in three liners. i suppose i am like most folks trying to quit something that i have become addicted too... it's hard and takes time... just like setting down to corral some thoughts and running on in this blog... my thoughts come so fast and they depart almost as fast as thy come, and if i do not make a sketch of what i am thinking the train rushes bye... yes i have my sketch book, but if i go to that and come back to where i was when captured by the though or idea i sometimes forget where i was and what i was doing that started this random line of thinking to start with...? i make notes in the form of words, images, and scribbled combinations of both to try and hold ideas and thoughts on paper till i have time to get to them, and they cover a good part of my desk top and a shelf under a table in the corner... oh the life of an unorganized artist. But then i don't think you can be an artist and be tooooo organized or nothing would ever get done. i now feel like the guy painting the floor in my studio sitting on the unpainted triangle in the corner waiting for the floor to dry!
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| i will get my head out of the clouds, rummage through my notes and find my ruminations and rants and get back with what i find. We had one clear blue day with no clouds... but now they are back... and yes i can see out of the window but it's on the other side of the studio and the floor is still wet!? Cheers to the day! |
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