Sorry for the emptiness around these internets – the outernets have been busier than I could have imagined. .
When I first quit my part-time job to focus on art and writing (when was that…2009 maybe? 2010?), my studio was in the house.
Because work was always at my toetips (truly – my table was at the end of the bed), I would work, work, work towards deadlines at a breakneck pace. When there was one on the horizon, I busted butt, 16 hours a day, seven days a week, figuring I had to rip it up that way to make a proper living.
Afterwards, once the deadlines passed, I was unable to move. I couldn’t even slack properly by watching movies or hanging out at bars or gardening or anything.
Some days those days I could only stare at walls, where there was a single colour and no other creative stimulation.
Some days these days I feel that way again – like I just need to stare at the wall with the handful of minutes left before bed.
(This is not at all to say I’m not enjoying myself. I am, in a huuuuge way. Too much, which is why I’m feeling so burnt. If I hated what I was doing, I’d be putting way less effort into it. It’s because I love it – the early morning writing, the work-a-day writing, the studio afternoons and evenings – that I’m funnelling everything towards it)
This is a roundabout way of saying – BALANCE. It’s a good thing to keep in mind. I tell it to myself more often than I do it, but not last weekend.
Last weekend we took a break last weekend and went camping at Depot Lakes.
So I have no new work to show off, but I have a million and one ideas I hope to put to metal and leather and maybe even canvas this weekend.
If you’re still there, So am I.
But not till next week.Read more →