3/30/09 Daily Sketch
Mixed Media drawing on Vintage Book page
Oh my ears and whiskers, I'm late, I'm late, and I'm a bit confused.
I think this is what life is like. You just can't have a handle on it all the time. Sometimes it's going to be about change and transition and adjustment and confusion. And that's okay.
And someone tell me why I am drawing sketches every day on top of painting every night and guess what... I think I'm going to try to write a poem a day for the month of April, because, hey! it's National Poetry month.
I think I'm frickin' crazy. Because this is on top of figuring out my etsy shop and starting new ventures to support my etsy shop and longing to write my novel and planning bigger ventures for the future. And of course taking care of my cherubic children and cooking and keeping house (badly.)
Oh, well, I'm noticing the sketches are something I can do with kids around, or when I get kicked off the computer for a while or when everyone is out in the garden hanging out. Plus, I really am trying to find balance between always working and enjoying life. I'm remembering that I like to paint, and it's turning into a break from the computer and the marketing and the writing and the researching. So that's a good thing.
And I'm remembering how I like my journal... the hard copy, pen and ink one, where I can doodle and sketch and write poems and plan things and draw grids and swirls while something else is going on. I am not just a blog. :)
And here's something else, the poem I wrote a couple of days ago ties directly to the painting I posted yesterday about Flying Girl and the storm and the breathing.
And because it's the first day of April and that's poetry month and why not act the fool a little, I'll post the poem. (I am fully aware that I have deep insecurities around my poetry. Thanks Kuusisto [the traumatizing professor])
Storm front coming in
the sky is breathing
filling lungs with air.
day to night could come any second.
dry to wet. no to
Sun shining on my face
leaves swirl in the
I am ready for whatever comes
waiting for the rain.
Isn't it funny how it fits with the painting, totally unintentionally.
What other medias are you using that you find show up in strange ways? Do your different projects over lap or feed each other?