Alrighty, so I figured that I’d write a couple of lines about what I’ve been getting up to while I’m unemployed and my little sister is making “getting Liz in shape” her part-time project, until whatever vision she has for my body has been achieved.
My dad put together a gigantic easel for me a few days ago. It’s pretty sweet: it’s set up in the middle of my bedroom floor, with two folding tables on the side for my palettes, paint jars, cups/plastic buckets of water, and painterly things. It’s nice, at night, to paint until your eyes get tired, clean your brushes so they don’t get gross, and hop into bed that’s only a foot away from your artwork. All while surrounded by sunny yellow walls with guitars, projects and books and my other things nearby. It’s what I’ve wanted my room to be like for a long time. The downside to all of this, however, is that I’m having a hard time with the painting I’m working on. I’ve felt a couple of times now like scrapping it altogether and going back to work on something unfinished from last year, or something new. I realize now that I made several mistakes right off the bat…I originally wrote them all out, but it made this post pretty frigging long.
I have an idea of where I want to go with it now, and I think the next step is for me to draft some sketches of what I think it should finally look like. All things going well, it’s going to look pretty different.
I like it! I’ve scrapped about a 2 dozen stories/drafts and have a book of only partially formed ideas. I only have about 3 things that are worth any kind of further work so I share your pain.