Easter morning
I hope that everyone is having a nice weekend. Today is a special, meaningful day for me, and I'm so thankful to be up early today to reflect on its meaning. So many Christians focus on the crucifiction, which certainly is at the root of Christianity, but the hope and love comes from Easter, which Christ arose. It brings on the hope of spring, and new birth and growth. Happy Easter!!
I sold the three dresses collage already. I want to set a certain time of day, or certain days or something to do art. I just have let myself get to overwhelmed by my other work that I won't take time for art. I think I've discovered another source of my discontent. My sister is very clean and tidy. My apartment drives her crazy. She never directly says anything, but she will be up here and she'll say "Oh, I'll take your trash out for you." Or she'll say, would you like me to vacuum for you?" Although my head knows that it's none of her business, my heart reverts back to childhood when she was the "boss". I can hear all the relatives saying what a good girl she was. Various aunts and uncles used to have sit down sessions with my mother about me and how she needed to get control of me. That all seems so far away, and yet it still pops up. So, when I'm doing art, my studio is a huge wreck. And it's in the center of my large open apt. I think subconsciously I am trying to avoid the mess in order to be a "good girl'.
There is a small nook behind the staircase where I used to have my studio. I didn't like being stuck in the corner is why I moved it to the more central area of the apt. But I'm thinking about moving back to the nook, so the mess isn't as noticeable. Maybe I would do better over there.
We are having a family meal this afternoon. I hate them. I'm sorry. I know there are people that don't have anyone and won't have a meal today, and in that respect I am grateful for my family. The problem for me is that this isn't MY family, it's my sister's family. Her mother-in-law will come and her daughter, son-in-law and their daughter who's three.
It makes me miss my own family. And the whole day will centered around Rebekah, the three year old. An adult conversation can't take place. It's all about the food and Rebekah. And, frankly, I'd rather stay up here and do art.
But I will go and stay a decent amount of time, make my aplogies and retreat upstairs.
I got my large soap molds yesterday. I messed with the concho looking one last night. They're nice molds and the size I wanted, but it's a little tricky getting the clay out of the mold, because they are very deep. I think with a little practice, I can get the hang of it, though.
I am very homesick. Holidays always make me homesick. Laddan is at school, Lanny and his family are in Ft. Worth, so even if I had gone to Midland I wouldn't see any of them.
Okay, got all that off my chest, now back to celebrating the real meaning of the day!!
I sold the three dresses collage already. I want to set a certain time of day, or certain days or something to do art. I just have let myself get to overwhelmed by my other work that I won't take time for art. I think I've discovered another source of my discontent. My sister is very clean and tidy. My apartment drives her crazy. She never directly says anything, but she will be up here and she'll say "Oh, I'll take your trash out for you." Or she'll say, would you like me to vacuum for you?" Although my head knows that it's none of her business, my heart reverts back to childhood when she was the "boss". I can hear all the relatives saying what a good girl she was. Various aunts and uncles used to have sit down sessions with my mother about me and how she needed to get control of me. That all seems so far away, and yet it still pops up. So, when I'm doing art, my studio is a huge wreck. And it's in the center of my large open apt. I think subconsciously I am trying to avoid the mess in order to be a "good girl'.
There is a small nook behind the staircase where I used to have my studio. I didn't like being stuck in the corner is why I moved it to the more central area of the apt. But I'm thinking about moving back to the nook, so the mess isn't as noticeable. Maybe I would do better over there.
We are having a family meal this afternoon. I hate them. I'm sorry. I know there are people that don't have anyone and won't have a meal today, and in that respect I am grateful for my family. The problem for me is that this isn't MY family, it's my sister's family. Her mother-in-law will come and her daughter, son-in-law and their daughter who's three.
It makes me miss my own family. And the whole day will centered around Rebekah, the three year old. An adult conversation can't take place. It's all about the food and Rebekah. And, frankly, I'd rather stay up here and do art.
But I will go and stay a decent amount of time, make my aplogies and retreat upstairs.
I got my large soap molds yesterday. I messed with the concho looking one last night. They're nice molds and the size I wanted, but it's a little tricky getting the clay out of the mold, because they are very deep. I think with a little practice, I can get the hang of it, though.
I am very homesick. Holidays always make me homesick. Laddan is at school, Lanny and his family are in Ft. Worth, so even if I had gone to Midland I wouldn't see any of them.
Okay, got all that off my chest, now back to celebrating the real meaning of the day!!