Does attempting to cleanup my studio count as a work day? Clearing out my junk folder- 2 seconds, piling oil paints on one side of my work bench, acrylics on another, watercolors in a box – 10 minutes, throwing out healthcare mail and ignoring various bills – that took a substantial amount of time because I got overwhelmed and had to do a youtube 10 minute yoga session to recover, and the grand finale, two trips to the recycling dumpster – another time suck because I felt the need to chat so cornered one of the Indian Motorcycle boys in an attempt to find out about their impending move, I got nothing. Back to recycling, this is a whole other issue; it does not come naturally to me. It’s genetic. My mother struggles with the trash situation. Her upstairs neighbor is forever narking on her to the landlord about her not putting the right things in the right bin – she’s 81, I say cut her some slack.
Francis Bacon’s studio look liked the world paint ball competition was held in a hoarders closet. Trust me, I am not comparing myself to Bacon, I am simply admiring his creative space and questioning if I even feel better with a neater space…not really… maybe… hard to tell.
I spent some time looking at my desk and work bench, and then I was over it. Too late to start painting so I doodled while looking up the cast of Stranger Things – a show I am not overly impressed with but lost in the abyss of teenage life and did not know Nancy and Jonathan were dating in real life - and then tried to collect my thoughts while I doodled more. Do I stick to the game plan? Do I keep at it? Will I move on from “water”? I actually feel like I am finding my ground with water, - ha, I should get that tattooed on my tush – “Finding ground with water”.
No doubt tomorrow will be a great day to create, something.
Francis Bacon’s studio look liked the world paint ball competition was held in a hoarders closet. Trust me, I am not comparing myself to Bacon, I am simply admiring his creative space and questioning if I even feel better with a neater space…not really… maybe… hard to tell.
I spent some time looking at my desk and work bench, and then I was over it. Too late to start painting so I doodled while looking up the cast of Stranger Things – a show I am not overly impressed with but lost in the abyss of teenage life and did not know Nancy and Jonathan were dating in real life - and then tried to collect my thoughts while I doodled more. Do I stick to the game plan? Do I keep at it? Will I move on from “water”? I actually feel like I am finding my ground with water, - ha, I should get that tattooed on my tush – “Finding ground with water”.
No doubt tomorrow will be a great day to create, something.
Francis Bacon's Studio
