Yard sale was a decent success. The good news is that I can now see AND access the front door for the first time in five months. Today was supposed to be a studio day, but it rained and the studio floor flooded. Instead, I worked in the attic making room to store stuff I don't want to see anymore, yet don't want to throw out yet. I'm not sure why there was a framed print of Napoleon in the attic, but there was. I checked eBay. Napoleon is not my ticket out of here.
I'm in a slump. I know I need to pick up my paint brushes by their little paintbrush bootstraps, but I have absolutely nothing lined up. That's not entirely true, but I'm definitely in an awkward transition period and am having a rough go of it, so I'm not fighting it. I'm trying to convince myself I like it here and I do, but not for professional reasons, and not for social reasons either. The landscape is nice here and I like the seasons. I like having a house that's not on a busy street.
It's almost time to order another easel and move the studio inside for the winter. Yes, a new easel. That's what I need.
Even a 90-minute walk in the woods did not calm be down from the lawyer thing.
4 comments:
Roll with the slump.
Cherish the cycle.
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got nothing re: lawyer, that is insane.
What Stevem said. I had a big meltdown yesterday, and then just gave up and wallowed in it all.
I would invest (time, purchases) in setting up a working indoor studio though.n
ack! is hard.
everything seems to be getting into my way lately, what's that about, do this, do that, and no signs anywhere. I said to M today, that's life, that's what the people say, something to do tomorrow and something to do today (sung to the tune of "that's life")
"My divorce lawyer is billing me for, and I quote: 'received post card for client's art show'."
Nooo. For real? No. Really?
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