I never talk about music, and there are sad reasons for it. You think I would want to talk about music, being a musician. Or a past musician, rather. Or, once a musician, always a musician? I don’t play for an audience anymore, so it doesn’t feel like I’m one anymore. I don’t really practice. I have a hard time playing for pleasure. Like I said, there are sad reasons for that. But talking about music these days is a touchy subject I try to save for therapy.
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I’m still not painting, yet I’ve been working. Days rush by, and my To-do list is getting smaller, but I can’t seem to get off my ass to paint. It’s really bumming me out. It’s making me feel like a lazy bum. I feel like I used to paint every day. I mean, I did. Maybe I just didn’t have a shitload of other things to do at the same time? I don’t know. Getting the show prepared is all that’s going on right now. I have no time for anything else.
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I can never remember what I’ve actually been doing with my time. All I know is that I seem to always be busy. How does that happen? I don’t even know. Meetings, trips, emails, doctors, packaging art, errands, and organization. Why does everything take so long? And why can’t I find time to paint?
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Well, early this morning, I finished the last piece for my upcoming show, On the Mend. It is the floor sculpture I’ve been going on about lately. The only thing is that it can’t be totally completed (in its entirety) until it’s installed on-site, which is fine. We’re talking two little details anyway.
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Been getting lots done lately, since the last week of August. I don’t know how, but I have. I think not paying attention is the key. I haven’t been too worried about it, and I’m giving myself plenty of time to contemplate without stressing. It’s like the best show, timeline-wise, I’ve ever had (so far).
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