Guess Who's Here
Finally managed to squeeze in some time to write a quick blurb in my journal. I think my ADHD is kicking in full time again :) I seem to be running from one project to another with no end in site on any of them. Painting has been set aside for awhile. But not to worry, I will be back at it in no time. I have to really be in the right frame of mind to paint. Some artists can paint when they're up, when they're down with totally different creative results. I use to think I wasn't a 'true artist' that my work did not reflect my moods (or inner self). Now I realize that isn't true. I enjoy painting happy, relaxing paintings and to do that, I need to be in that frame of mind or what's the point - nothing comes out. And for now I've kind of taken my desire to create on a different path. I have this innate need/desire to create or attempt to create in every medium out there. I use to have a hard time walking by anything and controlling the urge to haul out my paints and paint it. Now I cannot bear to part with any object and cannot pick anything up without questioning it's possible uses in an artform. Strange but true. Now this can be a good thing, but for someone who is in the midst of packing up to move to another city...well, it sure makes the packing go slow let me tell you as I sort through 'what to toss and what to take.'
I keep slipping into my youngest son's room when he isn't home (please, don't tell him) because like his mother he is a packrat! Although with him it is everything from sports cards, coins, rocks, parts from skateboards...you name it, it's scattered somewhere around his room. So needless to say, venturing into his room is like a person with a sweettooth going to the Candy store. I never know what kind of treasures I will uncover.
I can see I am fast running out of time and the need to move on has hit. I suppose I should head back and maybe complete my second paper mache project I started, or maybe the altered art cards I am working on...and then there is that half painted canvas staring at me...But I just realized I have about 20 minutes before my youngest gets home from school :) Hmmm...can't remember if I checked under his bed or not??? :)
I keep slipping into my youngest son's room when he isn't home (please, don't tell him) because like his mother he is a packrat! Although with him it is everything from sports cards, coins, rocks, parts from skateboards...you name it, it's scattered somewhere around his room. So needless to say, venturing into his room is like a person with a sweettooth going to the Candy store. I never know what kind of treasures I will uncover.
I can see I am fast running out of time and the need to move on has hit. I suppose I should head back and maybe complete my second paper mache project I started, or maybe the altered art cards I am working on...and then there is that half painted canvas staring at me...But I just realized I have about 20 minutes before my youngest gets home from school :) Hmmm...can't remember if I checked under his bed or not??? :)