trying to get from here to there
in so many ways, on so many fronts
when where you are isn't where you want to be things can really begin to feel rather disconnected
in the whole of a year i never feel that more than i do in the spring
i suppose that's why it's called "spring fever"???
a restlessness of body and soul
one thing i'm struggling with is the daily sketching/painting thing
daily writing is easy - two or three pages, 15 - 20 minutes, whatever comes into my head flows out on the paper
sketching and painting is far too absorbing to be limited by time, at least for me
i could have spent hours at each one, first sketching - refining shape and line, then the painting
they were taking forever, and i began to begrudge the whole thing
struggling first with just getting an idea, often sketching what i saw right in front of me... the one below was born from a desire to do something from my own head
i've copied from a scrap of paper
from a painting in our daughter's home
each one taking hours
it got to where i sketched one day and painted the next but found i had often lost interest by the second day so then i was only sketching
i set it all aside two weeks ago while i think on a different way to go about it
it seems a daily practice of sketching/painting is turning out to be another thing i want the benefit of but not the doing of
in the meanwhile i'm making a gift for my soon-to-be-seven niece
they have a dog named "russell"
and this soon-to-be zippered pouch, designed by yoko saito, is russell personified
the front features the appliqued and embroidered beast himself, sitting in front of his doghouse, whilst the back has a cute little crooked window
i just need to add some embroidered grass and flowers and then make it up
this one not only has a gusset and a zipper - there's piping to be done
i'm really stretching myself here, but as always, one step at a time...
perhaps that's way to approach the other things - one sketch a time, one post at a time, one flower bed at a time, one closet at a time
a little bit here and there, always moving forward, understanding just how paralyzing inertia can be... as my mom has always said,
"every little bit helps"