Ten Minutes
Ten Minutes Aug 1 2019
I’m at it again. Setting a timer for a small slice of personal time, getting into a routine of self care and self soothing and settling all the crazy thoughts in my head.
The biggest thought right now?
I HAVE TO PAINT.
Badly. I can feel a throbbing, painful urging in my chest, looking at colors and thinking about textures and patterns, different strokes and lines and shapes and designs. I want to make another painting for the Waypoint Collections in black and white, delicate, like smoke and fine lines of graphite, two sides of the same page, visible in the light. I want to reach, deep, into handfuls of paint and draw them thin across the surface of a canvas with my bare hands. I want ink on my skin. Oh, so badly, do I want ink on my skin.
There are a few things, here and there, that I do to help scratch that itch and make my artistic brain feel satiated for a time. But mostly, that joy comes from painting, and i have not painted in a long time.
Have I told you about the spiders?
We have a whole host of them. Fat, spindly things, that I find on our stairs or against the bathroom floorboard or nest to the door to the garage - my studio. Some of them are scary looking, with long pointy legs and fat shiny bellies, and others are aggressive, big as tomatoes and fast and direct as the rush you, Braveheart style. FREEEEEEDOMMMMMM!
I don’t let them live if I find them inside. They can live in the flowers all they like, but that’s my line in the sand. I HAVE to do something about it. In fact, I should start researching exterminators now. I am hoping that by winter, I will have been able to fully rehabilitate the garage and turn it into the beautiful studio that I want it to be… but realistically, that just may not happen. I need time to do that, and time is the most scarce of all commodities at this moment. Perhaps after I finish these paintings, this next project, I can let myself work on the studio itself.
(What will be step one for that? An exterminator? A garage door guy?)