Will someone talk me out of buying this?

Yes, this...It is a 6" x 8" Thumb Box on sale at Jerry's and ASW.


Who am I am kidding? I'm only a robot some of the time. Today I am the robot from Lost in Space. I have to go out of town tomorrow. I am still procrastinating on paperwork. blech. I'm still waiting to hear back for fall semester. I'm still slooooowly stretching and gessoing the linen canvases and I'm still making some brushstrokes or puddles or drips on a canvas while trying to sloooowly pull something into focus.

I've had my eye fixated on this 6" x 8" ThumbBox in a catalog sitting on my desk. The ultimate of diversions: fantasy shopping for art equipment I can live without.

It's the smallness of it. It's also- and this is rather pathetic- my version of a red Corvette during a mid-life crisis. Not really of course; it's on sale for under a hundred bucks. This small phase, I simply must address and rather soon. It's infiltrating my entire existence. It also appeals to my urge of taking my little paintings and working outside (maybe even 20 feet or more from the studio door) or perhaps even the front yard, just for show one day. I am also the proud owner of a white canopy. Or I could transform myself into a committed au plein air painter, only using abstraction. I already have a 1/2 french easel from when I taught a few plein air classes. And since I never used an easel until then, and since I rarely use one today, it seems like a perfectly justifiable purchase.

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The mailman is here. I look forward to the mailman. I keep expecting good things to arrive in the mail.

I am a procrastinator

I drew (scrawled) a picture the other day of my perfect studio-

I keep envisioning this space, so I'm pretty sure it exists somewhere other than in Dwell magazine.

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And now, for the life of me, I can't figure out why I am sitting at the computer typing this rather than-

a) Wrapping some paintings to ship off to Nashville
b) Painting
c) Applying for a grant, etc.

Quick analysis:
a) It's hard to say goodbye
b) I have to pack and ship in a clean environment before I can let paint spills and drips fall to the floor
c) I'd rather be doing (b)

Concrete analysis:
a) I'd rather be doing (b)
b) My studio is a two-car garage behind my house. People don't just flock in. I need to do (a) and (c).
c) See (b)

Coffee Break

My favorite part of having a show HAS to be the wrapping and packing and transporting of artwork. I am kidding. That's why I am inside on coffee break while outside there sits a Goliath roll of kraft paper, bubble wrap and tape.

It will get done. It's not that difficult. The Goliath roll of kraft paper is cumbersome, but economically it was more convenient and way cheaper than picking up a few yards of it at Utrecht or the drugstore. Should I ever desire to restrict my materials to just kraft paper, I am set for at least a couple of lifetimes. No matter what happens, I can take comfort in knowing I will always have kraft paper.