turn off the phone
mood at war.
happy about: the new digs are very peaceful, and that makes such a difference. i'm actually working, which was impossible at bob's place where part of me was always being taken away from the drawing table by a million little things: social stuff, domestic chores, anxieties, the constant chill (it was a big icy victorian and on sunny days i would try to work in the park, but it meant having to know what supplies i would need with me, and of course it's not an area where you can really be alone), and so forth. the solitude here on nob hill is nice. just me and a black cat named kiki.
less happy about: eye sight is failing. i'll need to make an appointment soon to have it checked. right now it's odd. one hour i can see fine, the next all details blur. i guess this is how it starts. also, i just got a list of documents i need to gather, get notarized, and then send to germany a.s.a.p. that shouldn't be too hard, but paperwork is not one of my skills. i have to be on myself constantly to make sure i haven't forgotten something. being here in this one-bedroom castle it's tempting to ignore everything but my art. i suppose if i have any addition it's that: solitude. one of my repeating fantasies since childhood is that i wake up on an island or other isolated location which has a nice home and workshop and the fridge is always magically refilled and, best of all, when i have finished with all my tasks--made a suite of lovely drawings, wrote a novel, shot a feature length film--i go back to the moment when i left the real world with my pile of completed projects and no time has passed since i left. no one has missed me. i've missed out on nothing.