Besides the fact that we’ve once again reached that part of the semester wherein I fall prey to the too-busys and the too-tireds, I’ve been all over the place here lately. I think it has to do with the weather. … Continue reading
I feel like it’s been ages and I’ve missed you terribly. Since Halloween I’ve been thrust into hella busy-ness. That, coupled with the fact that my camera’s been on the fritz, makes for a less bloggy existence. Let’s be real, though, being busy is not an excuse to miss out on the simple pleasures in life. If anything, it’s the exact opposite. So I took a quick walk to one of my favorite places and snapped these on my phone.
Misty ethereal sunshine shrouded by fluffy clouds, our twirly Big Wheel and the Puget Sound. These devices, especially a large body of water, always calm an Aquarius like myself.
Then, turning to leave I caught sight this:
This is the back of the Pike Place Market. The stair case leads up from parking lots to the main level of the market. And then each subsequent layer of buildings is on a different block. When I spied this view today I couldn’t help but be reminded of climbing hill after hill, meeting goal after goal and taking new routes to try new things. There’s been a whole lot of new things around here lately and I’m so excited to share my lessons with you. Some got off without a hitch, others were only successes insomuch as I took away a better understanding of what to do right next time, but as I always say:
Every little bit counts.
What’s been making you smile these days? Tell me all about it, please. Details. Quick!
I’m painting a piece on a bright blonde sheet of plywood. It’s one of those paintings that is able to jump out at me and be captured versus me imposing an image. Something natural. So far the strokes are in straightish lines on a gradient scale of blue. The darkest lines meet as oceanic parenthesis and there emerges a toothless skull with hand bones cupped around the ears: a skeleton howling.
Paintings in progress are to be within easy eyesight at my house so that I’m always working on it–if only a little bit. Out of sight, out of mind and whatnot.
So, everyday I see this image in the painting waiting to be brought into the shadows with rich color. I sit down to do my homework, Skeleton’s howling. I come back from doing the dishes, Skeleton’s hallowed eyes are a’lurking. Not quite haunted, but almost.
What I’m saying is, I really want to be painting. And writing. And singing. And planting seeds. And doing push ups. But I don’t have that kind of time these days. Essay after solo after scale degree after essay, this semester had been making an impression upon the crook in my neck. I was stressing. Of course stressing out about things doesn’t make anything better. Of course that really only inhibits your ability. Happy brains work better. Obviously, of course. Because, duh. And I knew that. But I was doing it somehow anyway. Letting myself down and beating myself up. Yeah, fuck that.
Getting over a little cough, too.
Yesterday I had a major piano click moment. Sploosh! Somehow there’s a new level of comfort in my fingers and they are keen to play. And I realized, too, that I’ve officially gotten my money’s worth out of my music classes so far. The question that I had when I began college has been answered and that’s badass considering the challenges so far. And it’s mind-bottling to consider I’m only two semesters deep. Yipes!
That said, I’m having a lovely time. People have a way of brightening the world.