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Art, Sidewalk Faces, Striving to Be Better

Doing It and Thinking About Doing It

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Doing It and Thinking About Doing It

I am always thinking about doing art. For someone who thinks about it so much, I am agitated I don’t do it more. I suppose it’s because I want the conditions to be just right and I also want to do easier things like read. It’s so easy to read.

Saturday, I made so much art. I assembled and photographed a bunch of new Sidewalk Faces. Cute ones! I need some cute ones. Saturday night I did my abstract marker drawings. Heaven! I was in that lovely place: adventure, excitement, danger, knowledge.

So what happened Sunday? Good and bad. I took my camera to Runyon Canyon with the dogs and made several faces. Alright! When I came home, the afternoon was all clear for drawing. Instead, I ordered a takeout sandwich, scarfed it, lay down on my bed with a book, read 45 minutes while consciousness drained away and napped until almost evening. Husband woke me up with a question about dinner. It’s my turn. Agh! I started reading again to wake up, I hate napping! Then at 5:45 pm, a pretty late start, I get my ass into the kitchen and throw down a coconut curry.

A decent evening ensued but what happened to my plans? Why didn’t I do what I was telling myself I wanted to do the most?

P.S. This essay, like the 2nd half of yesterday, didn’t go at all according to plan. I thought I was going to write about how it feels to be doing art, not how it feels to not be doing it.

Maybe later. Always good to have a topic to explore later.

Technology

Future Eraser – What a Waster

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How did I waste my time before web surfing?  I can’t remember.  I’ve always read a lot so I probably just laid down and killed an hour in whatever book I was reading. Even if one hour was three hours, I was progressing through a singular creative endeavor.  There was a beginning, middle and an end.  Even an accomplishment of sorts, the number of books read in this lifetime went up a tick.   Now I find myself unspooling yards of precious time ravenously consuming information; topical, political, gastronomical, self helpful, musical, criminal, reviewing, critiquing, criticizing, maligning, malignant and benign.   A deeply unsatisfying hobby that never completes, never fulfills, makes me feel shitty and yet lures me like a cat stalking a laser pointer light. As long as I am there, I am nowhere else.  Apparently I really really want that, if actions speak louder than words and what not.  I can control it if I try but because I am on the computer all day, the e-portal to Future Oblivion is where I find myself when professional responsibilities end and domestic responsibilities begin. That intersection is a bitch for me.  I have hard time going from virtual to physical. But wasting time web surfing is like leaving dog shit on the sidewalk of transition.  The smelly remains of crap linger.