Hold on to what is good even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand even when I have gone away from you.
- Pueblo Blessing
Thursday, Mar. 06, 2008 - 10:32 p.m.
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No Space for Art
Somehow, I, a supposed artist, illustrator and all, have managed to reduce my possible art-making space to about zero.
OK, I have TWO ROOMS! No, one large double room. Two drawing tables. Shelves of art supplies and drawers of drawing paper. But do I have any place to work?
OK, if I remove the immediately movable reference books, text printouts and tax paperwork from the table in front of me, there IS a space about three feet by 18 inches that can be used for artwork, and is. Squeezed between a pile of papers, framed photo of the kiddo, pile of bottles of ink and my scanner and coffee warmer, there is the space I use for illustration. But, really, out of TWO ROOMS and TWO DRAWING TABLES, one of which is 30x48" and the other which is 36x60". That is really sad.
I don't know what happened to have me whittle down the actual functional artmaking space down to this sliver. But I tell you, it isn't condusive to schmucking around in the paint and getting my hands dirty.
Really... the available space actively being used in the house by the learning of mandarin is larger.
Oh dear.
And now I should be working on the sketches for the characters of a new chapterbook novel for 8-10 yr olds. I have started, but they aren't finished enough to send to the editor and author. I was going to have them in their hands on Friday.
Oh. Friday. That's tomorrow isn't it. And it is 10:38 pm.
And I feel tired and unmotivated.
Every day for the past week I have felt motivated... at 9am. And then by 1pm when small son goes to nap, I feel tired. and then by 8:30-9pm when he goes to sleep, I feel exhausted and just want to surf the internet and do pointless things that take little creativity... like practicing writing chinese characters. hah!
Well, I think I'll lay down for a nap.
Then I'll get up and do the sketches. And email them. Yes I will.
It will just take a few minutes.
It is not the minutes that are lacking.
It is the motivation.
The space for drawing in my persona/life right now directly reflects the space allotted in my studio for drawing right now.
deary me.
cheers
wenchie
On day 9 of her laryngitis. aaaagh
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previous meanderings - future past
Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Taking Care of Your Cows - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
Saint Joseph robs the cradle and eats spaghetti - Sunday, Jun. 14, 2009
sticky notes and broken irises - Friday, Jun. 12, 2009
The FOODCOMMANDER - Monday, Jun. 08, 2009
