(no subject)
So I'm working on this thing. A project. It's this back-and-forth writing-sculpture-theater thing that I'm doing with a friend of a friend. It has to do with the Holocaust in a roundabout sort of way, and it's going to be awesome. You're going to have to take my word for it.
I'm knocking together a prop for the imaginary stage that we're working on, and I do mean knocking together. i never did woodwork in any kind of serious way at Bezalel, and now I'm learning as I go along. That is to say, I have no idea what I'm doing. If I had the sculpture lab at Bez at my disposal, I'm sure this would be finished by now, and not only because I would be able to ask people what I'm doing wrong. Working in my living room with the crappy-bladed jigsaw we happen to have here- instead of with the table saw, the industrial staple gun, the broad weighted tables..- it's taking hours longer than it has to.
But it's cool, because the hot neighbor across the street is having a listening-to-Greenday-while-being-drunk party, and I can hum along while I saw. Also, the project has taken over the living room entirely, my hands are full of sawdust and glue, there's spaghetti bolognese waiting for me in the kitchen and I'm not fighting with my flatmates any more. So, yanno.
ETA: nom nom nom bolognese
ETA again: And then the inevitable down comes along as it usually does- halfway through the work, when it's not really going right, my tools aren't adequate and I'm sleep deprived and frustrated and want someone to die.. and then that voice comes along, the one that starts with if you knew what you were doing you incompetent and always finishes with you must not be a real artist if your project is falling apart, if you're feeling so discouraged and blue. I applaud people who manage to integrate that kind of voice, but I need to bludgeon it on a regular basis just to get anything done.
I'm knocking together a prop for the imaginary stage that we're working on, and I do mean knocking together. i never did woodwork in any kind of serious way at Bezalel, and now I'm learning as I go along. That is to say, I have no idea what I'm doing. If I had the sculpture lab at Bez at my disposal, I'm sure this would be finished by now, and not only because I would be able to ask people what I'm doing wrong. Working in my living room with the crappy-bladed jigsaw we happen to have here- instead of with the table saw, the industrial staple gun, the broad weighted tables..- it's taking hours longer than it has to.
But it's cool, because the hot neighbor across the street is having a listening-to-Greenday-while-being-drunk party, and I can hum along while I saw. Also, the project has taken over the living room entirely, my hands are full of sawdust and glue, there's spaghetti bolognese waiting for me in the kitchen and I'm not fighting with my flatmates any more. So, yanno.
ETA: nom nom nom bolognese
ETA again: And then the inevitable down comes along as it usually does- halfway through the work, when it's not really going right, my tools aren't adequate and I'm sleep deprived and frustrated and want someone to die.. and then that voice comes along, the one that starts with if you knew what you were doing you incompetent and always finishes with you must not be a real artist if your project is falling apart, if you're feeling so discouraged and blue. I applaud people who manage to integrate that kind of voice, but I need to bludgeon it on a regular basis just to get anything done.