Tuesday, January 15, 2008


I need a better schedule.
I do.
It's 4.51pm and I've finally woken up to my work.
I've finally put on some music, lit some incense, gathered the wood I need for frames.
All day long I just moped around. I even napped. Ridiculous.
Now it is cold and my curtains are drawn, my heater is on, I'm wearing a baggy nightshirt and contemplating art. This should be morning, right? It feels like morning. It feels like the beginning of the day. How did I waste it?

I'm back to getting up at 5 for my workouts.
I'm thinking of waking even earlier, sneaking in an hour of art stuff before I sneak off to the park.

There has to be a better way than this.
I should be too distracted by my art to pay attention to the rest of life.
Not vice versa.

What's up?
This is my year.
And I'm blowing it already.


colours said...

you're not blowing it - you'll sort it all out! I know you will you talented thing you!

Kay said...

Soup. That's what is missing. When I feel like that, even if I don't know I am hungry, a huge helping of vegetable soup made with lots of barley and lentils, a couple of cubes of vege stock, all the veges you can find... maybe some toast with it...suddenly I am back on the road again. Odd that.

The other thing that gets me going is putting on running shoes. Yep, you're right, I don't run. But the psychological lift is amazing. Put them on first thing when you get up. They must have in-built bounce. Slippers just don't do it.

And yes, that is about painting. Somehow. Maybe the body has to be nourished as well as the soul.

Smiles and sunshine to you...

Adie said...

Well written article.