How dare you?!? Or I rather.
It’s a sad but true fact, that work spoils my creative energy. I’m not saying that all work would do this. I think that certain kinds of work, let’s say….anything but food service, would be better. But I won’t pretend that I work oh so many hours, and I work doubles and all that jazz. The surprising thing is, I work maximum 3 days a week. Yet still it seems the amount of annoyance and energy spent, cancels out an equal amount of painting.
I really think a career would help my situation greatly. Like a career would be more work, or rather more responsible work. But, the work would be less oppressive. I don’t paint from oppression and turmoil. I know some people do, but that ain’t me babe. I paint from waking up in the morning with a cup of coffee and some Cheerios with banana. I paint in my jammies with messy hair and I can stand and paint for hours and not know it. It’s a very time consuming, but fun, process. I’m not sure that when you tell people that, they really understand.
Wednesday and Thursday this was me. By the pool, sketching and swimming, freakin’ hard life right. Jeebus, someone punch me, for ever complaining. sigh…….