I am in a painting slump. This winter, for reasons you will remember, was anything but inspirational and my output was even scarcer than usual. There were just as many small paintings — botanical or life studies of birds and small mammals, but I had neither the space, the focus nor the energy to tackle a large painting. And it made me realize that they are the ones I live for.
I set today aside to face down the challenge. Mostly I mean to get back into the mood to put myself out there and take on something which, at the beginning, always overwhelms me. So now, after so long a break in practice, I am petrified. But all today I have sifted through my multitudinous digitals, winnowing out the ones which “spark joy” as they put it, and maybe tomorrow I might prep a canvas and jump right in. Can't be sure. There must be other things to do first if I look around a bit.
In the meantime, let's stop peering into the dragon's mouth and change the subject. Aren’t Jon’s twenty-five-year-old ten-foot rhodos lovely? He is our garden planner extraordinaire and the acid beds under these babies are exemplary. I, on the other hand, am STAFF, all one of me. I have finally caught on that Jon's job finished a quarter of a century ago; my annual job is to dead-head them until the end of time. I calculate that my contribution is up to about seventy-five hours by now.
Yeah, I knew he was smart when I married him.
I set today aside to face down the challenge. Mostly I mean to get back into the mood to put myself out there and take on something which, at the beginning, always overwhelms me. So now, after so long a break in practice, I am petrified. But all today I have sifted through my multitudinous digitals, winnowing out the ones which “spark joy” as they put it, and maybe tomorrow I might prep a canvas and jump right in. Can't be sure. There must be other things to do first if I look around a bit.
In the meantime, let's stop peering into the dragon's mouth and change the subject. Aren’t Jon’s twenty-five-year-old ten-foot rhodos lovely? He is our garden planner extraordinaire and the acid beds under these babies are exemplary. I, on the other hand, am STAFF, all one of me. I have finally caught on that Jon's job finished a quarter of a century ago; my annual job is to dead-head them until the end of time. I calculate that my contribution is up to about seventy-five hours by now.
Yeah, I knew he was smart when I married him.
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