It has been a lovely day. Breakfast with friends. Buying art supplies. Started to clean apartment. Dinner with new friends.
Then painting. Then drawing. Then painting. The images of the painting and drawings are not to good as it is night,2 am, actually Christmas now, and it just an old Iphone, old in the land of phones, anyway.
Its been a long day. My bed time draw tonight was five minute. Just is the length of time I tell my drawing student to do every day. If you are having trouble getting yourself to do something, retraining yourself to practice something, or just want to start, whether art or exercise, give it 5 minutes a day, and it will grow to more time on its own, without the negative aspect of something you “have to do”.
I have not been writing every day as I did at the start and so the blog has lost a little flow. I think I will try again to enter daily. So some days maybe boring.
Today it was, sleep in, laudrey (without folding anything), dreams of being an organized person, which is totally against my nature but ever present. My greatest flaw.
I have a lot to think about.
Bob. It has sat and been moved about a billion times. Lost of apartment then studio and then there was that time I almost died, that stopped me from finishing it. So in the last 2 weeks, with my friends help, it begins again. He is cleaned of mold, and small bits of miss placed bronze, the back …..will be shown later as I am still working on it. I put a lite patina on it but I have decided to remove it and try again. He is Bob. He was 84 when I made the clay peice that started the process. He was a teacher of philosophy and literature for 40 years, retired and realized he did not have enough money and became an artist model. That is my retirement plan as well. The skin on his body was like an old coat, hanging loss from his bones. He laughed a lot and had very few poses, that all seemed to sink into the same position. I enjoyed his company and stories.
I am working on this. Its almost midnight and I keep wondering what to do. Its blasted alumium (can not spell that word, ever). Patina? cut the pick up maybe.
Tonight at Pratt there was a glassblowers party. This means we watch glassblowing, we watch our friends create (while drinking beer).
Its funny. As a person that paints, sculpts and other stuff, its odd to have that realization that I would never have people just watch me paint for 4 hours.
As I was watching Jen work, I thought about all that had happen since 1990 something…..she was at Alfred, and I was one hour away at RIT. I am about 15 years older than her (i think). The first time I saw her, she was working metal. Dirty, young and happy. On the right is a picture of Scotty, one of my bosses. I have about a million bosses. Scotty is a good glassblower and a diabetic. He never said it, but the tat on his arm says insulin run. Sometimes when I am at Pratt and feeling bad about my health, I will see Scott and think, jeanne, your alive to bitch about it so it all good. Strange how the little things can help you keep going.
Today I also thought about how glad I am that I never stopped blowing glass. Even though few people have bought my work. I am old and tomorrow morning I will light the glory hole, take a gather of glass, see it glow and think, someone is paying me to teach them how to play with 2000 degrees. Got to love it.