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
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Saturday, Mar. 26, 2005 - 1:48 a.m.
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South Korea and Destroyed Pottery on Mel Gibson Day
OK there's not a hope in hell that I'll have this South Korea work done for sending it Fedex on Monday.
I bucked up and wrote my client that I think i'll be able to send it on Tuesday. I think I have another night plus tonight at least of color work left to do, and that's plugging along at a steady pace plug plug plug. And then I have to color in all the greys of the black and white work (the lines are all drawn in already), and I think I'll finish that on Sunday night before bedtime.
But then I still have all the pencil lines that clean up the work and define it to put on the color images. Really, that is a whole night's work. Plus adding the whites in the eyes, all the little bits and pieces of finishing up. And then wrap it up on Tuesday and send it out.
Time is flying. yikes.
I haven't gotten my minicomic covers done for the San Fran trip... I had hoped to have them done this week and then send off the originals to San Fran to a copy center there and have them made there instead of here and having to ship them. I'll call the shop... maybe I can just send them Fedex like the 5th of April and they will be ready for me to pick up on the 8th when I am there, to sell on the 9th. Egads, there is tooooo much to do.
Did I mention, it is a good thing, I got a doggysitter for doggies so I don't have to shell out $100 for her to go to doggy club med in the countryside???
I still have to get travel insurance, and go to the bank to get US cash etc etc. I'll call the bank on Tuesday (goddamn why did Easter weekend have to rear its impractical head?) and see if the first South Korea payment has come through (they supposedly sent it on the 22nd)... at least I can take some out for San Fran, AND turn some into Cdn $ to put against my credit margin.
Oh yeah, and I have until the 6th to do my income taxes... ie put them together for my accountant to pick up that day around noon.
zoom zoom zoom.
Dang it all anyways.
I was just looking at the blog of someone who has a boyfriend, spends time with her mom, and does crochet and knitting projects and is taking a sewing class. And has a cat too. Dang. I want a job. A job with health and dental insurance, and days off and on. and vacation pay and sick days. Goddamn.
Yeah yeah. They wouldn't let me go off to San Francisco for a week I bet. But still... imagine the steady predictable beat of it. Knowing in advance what time the day ends and you can go to the movies. Or go camping or whatever. And you wouldn't feel guilty all the time you take off that you SHOULD and COULD be working. Dang.
OK. My fingers are getting sore from typing. Back to painting. I needed a week break. It is all coming together. Though I am sick of kids holding up pencils, erasers, rulers, markers, crayons and pencil cases.
That's ok, cuz now i am going to throw myself into thousands of thought balloons about sports... tiny wee stick people playing tennis, badminton, volleyball, soccer, basketball, and ping pong. At least there is no American football. All them helmets and padding. Soccer is easier. oooo I am going to be sick of sports (I am before i start)...
Then forward and onward to food. Actually whenever I get fed up I do some of the food. mmm. chocolate cake. mmm apple pie. mmmm fried chicken. mmm steak, mmm pizza and soup.
OK back to work! fun fun fun!
If you want something to read, I offer this wonderful interview with some person who I have no clue who it is, but he is speaking about doing pottery in England with Bernard Leach, who wrote the textbook on pottery that I had when I did ceramics in school. I found it googling "shoji hamada+ destroyed"... Shoji Hamada is a master ceramist in Japan (or was, he's dead since 1978 I think), who destroyed 2/3 of his pots when they came out of the kiln... just tossed them into a scrap pile behind the studio since they were bad or mediocre. If you throw out your shit, you will be known for excellence. That story always fascinated me. We were discussing whether a Dom makes a slave or a slave makes a Dom or they work on eachother, and the analogy of a potter with clay came up... and being trained in ceramics (it is what I did in university, and at Banff School of Fine Arts residency program afterwards), the analogy struck a chord with me.
Thus I offer that wonderful interview. It offers many thoughts on life, the nature of thought, goals, creation, hands-on-work etc. It really is worth reading if you are feeling either curious or philosophical.
OK, back to work. Maybe I'll scan in some pics later so you can see what I'm up to.
me,
wenchie
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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
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