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What is it with me and time? A few missed hours turns into a few missed weekends and before I know it - look - it's February since my last posting.
Sigh.
Life is fleeting isn't it?
I visited an artist friend last week. He's 62 and looks haunted. Paints like a demon on shift work. Always talks about how much time he has wasted not painting.
I know why the obsession.
Why does inertia seem to be my reaction? Why do I work best under pressure? Why can't I just spread my work out evenly?
It's been a shit year at work. Having half an Art timetable and half an English one has doubled my work/marking/prep load.
This week it all comes to a head - tutor reports to write and exam work to mount and exhibit and deadline for my own exhibitions and proposals to write. Sheesh. So what do I do - I come here and engage in MORE displacement activity.
Seery, you're priceless.
(Shakes her head)
Saturday again today - seems to be the only day when I have breathing space to blog. And paint. Pollution 2 is going well. It's title will be - Woman Dreaming. Suggested by the marks I made and their reminding me of traditional indiginous Australian art - yet with a contemporary twist on the colours. The morning went well.
Then I drove to the gallery for my stint at invigilating. On the way a car pulled out of a junction and drove into the side of mine.
Sigh.
I'm fine - just a bit stiff.
But I do feel angry and frustrated.
The other driver is insisting I was at fault.
I phoned the police. They tell me that so long as no one was hurt - the insurance people will sort it out.
You know when you were a kid and you're punished for something you didn't do?
Feels just like that.
On the plus side - the painting is going well.
Here's a link to my original pic for enquiring minds.
http://www.photosig.com/go/photos/view?id=2234466&forward=user
Why doesn't term time fly like fun time? Stupid question - we all know the answer.
Easing closer.
First coat of orange - damned stuff is almost transparent - so looks like lots of work ahead. I kinda - love it and hate it at the moment.
Cerulean didn't work - great for summer skies but once you put anything with it - kills it dead. So here is net repainted with Pthalo. Much more forgiving with just the right amount of glow. Spent all day fixing it, but - sometimes you have to go backwards to go forwards.
The fluorescent orange I'll worry about tomorrow.
What was I thinking?
It's madness.
It's scary.
Could be an absolute disaster.
Clinging onto those comforting words - what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Watch this space.
You know that surreal moment on a flight, when the plane climbs out of the murk and for miles and miles there's nothing but uninterrupted Cerulean to infinity? Had that feeling this afternoon as I arrived home from work and out across the sea hangs this billowing galleon of a cloud pressing down hard on the sea. And up above - disclaiming all knowledge - that smug blue.
That blue beyond I reach for.
Holiday begins today.
Seven days of no kids.
Seven days for me.
Ahhhhhh.
