SELF PORTRAIT THURSDAY!
Hi, happy Thursday!
This morning I woke up, and it was so drizzly. I had a flashback to April and being in Oregon, driving through winding roads in the deep woods. Listening to Neil Young from his synth phase. A little stoned. But all that is changed, and it’s kinda pleasant out again. That’s fine. But I had a little dog in bed with me, so I could’ve totally slept in.
Having the dog is great, and it makes me really happy. The tough part is her diverting my attention away from the relationship. I guess that’s something grownups have to deal with when they have children…? I feel like everything requires a lot of work. Maybe things don’t ever get easier, but we’re steadily employing more and more skills we learn as life goes on in order to tackle the next big thing. Does that make sense?
Anyway, I promise this won’t become the dog blog. (I’m just sort of obsessed.)
In other news, I had a studio visit this week. It was weird pulling out all of my work and having someone go through it all. It all took me back to the old days. I thought about who I was living with or where I was living or having to work in a big studio with a bunch of other people. A lot of it I can’t even remember making. Well, actually that’s not true. But I can’t get into the same mindset. It almost feels like someone else made the work. Maybe that’s a common feeling among artists, though. Make one thing and move on to the next.
If you’re lucky.
No big plans this weekend besides a vet trip and this painting I’m excited to work on. Mainly just working.
Try to have more fun than me.