It’s been chilly this week. I’m glad there’s no rain in the forecast until the weekend because that would be snow. I don’t want snow. I kind of oddly miss it sometimes, in that whole “I will probably never again see REAL snow, like deep winter snow” foolish nostalgia kind of way, but ultimately… I get cranky about being mildly chilly now that I’ve been on the coast for about a decade. So I don’t want snow.
I do want sleep. There’s this thing where at least once a month I seem to just forget how for a while and it happened again last night. With any luck it’ll self correct tonight. The stupids that come with tired may have slowed me down enough to make me slightly smart, though. I realized that I’m wrong about the art thing. It’s working. I’m just not used to the glacial pace.
There have been Results!
Some works in progress:
Upon further reflection, this is what hustle culture does to a person. I spent years working to weekly deadlines, and the weekly deadlines still, regrettably, live within me. I watch other artists online churn out tons of new pieces and I still feel like I have to keep up, forgetting that most of them do it as their main source of income. Meanwhile, I have a day job. This is just a hobby.
Slow is actually good maybe. Once I start getting some of these to completion, slow might even be weirdly faster than my usual. Or on par, at least.
Tomorrow, if I can successfully get the clucky ladies down the road to say hello to me on the way to work again, maybe I’m going to try to draw some chickens.
