I've been dragging my feet where this blog is concerned, and I can talk a little about that: This has happened since we got home from Ireland and it parallels the foot dragging I've done with the painting. It's ridiculous how a break in routine--whether it's daily exercise, diet, meditation, or whatever else is good for me on a regular basis--makes picking up the habit again so agonizingly hard to do.
The painting sits there, taking up a huge amount of space, waiting for me to return to the scene of the crime. We've just endured Thanksgiving, with the assistance of a kindly neighbor who invited us for dinner and for leftovers the following day, and now the trip to Texas looms large. That's in three weeks. The sane thing would be to work up a storm--even to the point of completion, for God's sake--before we leave so I can return to an energized studio. So I'll aim for that.
It's really not bad, this big thing sitting in the middle of the room, and perhaps my reluctance to attack it again reflects my hovering fear of the inevitable mess inherent in the process, waiting for me somewhere. Like, if it hasn't jammed up so far, it's sure to do so, soon.
When I get home from WeightWatchers today, I'm going to put on my old shirt and get with it! What platitude did they used to shove in our timid faces as children? "Can't never did anything?" I fear that "Busting one's ass to do something" didn't do much, either.
Well. Ever onward!
PW
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