19 and falling
Degrees, that is. I can't wait for winter to end.
The bone boy is home today with a stomach bug that I'm trying not to catch. I had it last year, while in San Francisco, and although the cold tile of the bathroom was a blessing there's something about throwing up that makes you want your own bathroom. Even though you don't have housemaids to clean up when you're done.
Hopefully his is just a 48 hour thing that'll pass quick instead of around. He can't afford for it to be longer, he's too skinny for that kind of thing.
My mind is kinda jouncy today. Result of the insomnia kicking my ass again every other night. I need sunlight, but there's none to be had. I'm painting it instead.
Stuff in progress:
- concept art for Majes (in planning stages)
- project for sister (almost done)
- submit work for Expose (have to do that today or tomorrow)
- cover art for new Cobblestone book (nearly done, bump up on priority list for deadline)
- Swamp Fae painting (in progress)
- Jhereg painting (in progress-undergoing compositional re-evaluation)
Also, stories to write and things knocking on my brain asking to be let in every night. Not good. I'm going to have to start writing again because they're far to complicated to be settled in a painting. I get the best pictures in my head while lying in bed waiting for sleep to come. It's like I have this magical file folder up there, filled with more paintings than I could possibly paint in my lifetime. I thumb through them when the lights are out and look for whatever is calling me at the moment.
Lately it's swampy things: snakes and turtles and my absent egrets. Little faeries that look like dragonflies, with fuzzy green hair and armored bodies and long fingers. Handsome, black eyed swamp spirits dripping with dirty water and dappled in green shadows. This one feels more personal than anything I've done in recent memory. It's tied up with that longing for sunshine and green shade and cypress trees that hits me every time I look out the window at the snow covered ground.
The bone boy is home today with a stomach bug that I'm trying not to catch. I had it last year, while in San Francisco, and although the cold tile of the bathroom was a blessing there's something about throwing up that makes you want your own bathroom. Even though you don't have housemaids to clean up when you're done.
Hopefully his is just a 48 hour thing that'll pass quick instead of around. He can't afford for it to be longer, he's too skinny for that kind of thing.
My mind is kinda jouncy today. Result of the insomnia kicking my ass again every other night. I need sunlight, but there's none to be had. I'm painting it instead.
Stuff in progress:
- concept art for Majes (in planning stages)
- project for sister (almost done)
- submit work for Expose (have to do that today or tomorrow)
- cover art for new Cobblestone book (nearly done, bump up on priority list for deadline)
- Swamp Fae painting (in progress)
- Jhereg painting (in progress-undergoing compositional re-evaluation)
Also, stories to write and things knocking on my brain asking to be let in every night. Not good. I'm going to have to start writing again because they're far to complicated to be settled in a painting. I get the best pictures in my head while lying in bed waiting for sleep to come. It's like I have this magical file folder up there, filled with more paintings than I could possibly paint in my lifetime. I thumb through them when the lights are out and look for whatever is calling me at the moment.
Lately it's swampy things: snakes and turtles and my absent egrets. Little faeries that look like dragonflies, with fuzzy green hair and armored bodies and long fingers. Handsome, black eyed swamp spirits dripping with dirty water and dappled in green shadows. This one feels more personal than anything I've done in recent memory. It's tied up with that longing for sunshine and green shade and cypress trees that hits me every time I look out the window at the snow covered ground.