Nobody is asking me, but me. I would like to know for my own self what I did today. I want to write it down on my blog so there’s a record of what I did on this particular day, not because today is special in any way, just because I feel like my ass is parked here in this chair and I feel like typing at the moment.
Let’s see, I came home after a long day of working on my film with Jonathan Nesmith and Susan Holloway…
I’ve probably used that title for a blog post before, but I don’t care. Little by little, I’m getting things done, but I am still pretty behind.
I finally finished this Monday night. I call it Peyote’s Walk:
But it’s just not fast enough. I thought I could finish the fourth 16 x 20 inch by the end of the weekend but the weekend nearly over and it doesn’t look plausible.
Ever have one of those days where you feel like you got up on the wrong side of the bed or something? Well, I have those a lot, but today I especially felt like that, and it was especially disappointing because I had planned on having a productive Monday all weekend. I was excited and rarin’ to go, I’ll tell ya. I wanted to get into the studio and start working on everything that I am still behind on – so much so that I stayed up late on Friday transferring a drawing onto a new panel.
