Monday, February 24, 2014

Letting go

I really wish that he could let go and let me live my life.

I feel sorry for him that he feels the need to spend so much time and energy on something that ended so many years ago. It boggles me that he could still be so angry 8 years on. I pity him ; I really do. Every time I think I think that it might be the end, it isn’t. Quite frankly, I find it very draining.

However, I won’t give in and let it change the way that I live my life. I enjoy life; I honestly do. It’s my life and I won’t let him ruin it. He is damaging other people on his way down though. 

It’s a good thing that I believe in karma.

Progress of the latest piece

Sunday, February 2, 2014

Write drunk, edit sober

Hemingway may or may not have said this but whatever the case I agree.

I'm not suggesting creativity comes only from getting smashed. I'm saying that a few  glasses of wine can help loosen our own self-censorship tendencies that often occur.

I've always supported  the 2 glasses rule - that the best ideas often come after 2 glasses of wine. Subsequently, one needs to remember that more glasses of wine doesn't actually equate to greater creativity once you get passed this watershed of 2 glasses......

Of course, it helps that I enjoy arting (yes, that's my new favourite word...possibly made up) during the afternoon and evening. I'm not inspired to create in the morning - that's for getting stuff done, running errands and so on {see my previous 'rhythms' post - I'm sure you've already read it}.

For myself, this can mean paint or charcoal on my wine glasses, smudged on my cheeks or up my arms. I make a mess when I create but I don't really care. It's all for me. I paint for me. I draw for me. I really like it when other people appreciate what I do but when it comes down to it - it's all about AND for me!