Yay! Finally, after cramped weeks of rushing to keep up with myself, a quiet day to write, paint pictures, and hang out in grubby sweats (what my friend Robin refers to as a "questionable hygine day").
The "condensed" classes I've been given to teach this semester are hugely useful to my finances, yet it's like being in a batting-practice cage with the pitching machine turned up too high. And to further complicate matters, I've been given the opportunity to begin taking art classes - something I put aside 25 years ago because I had neither the time nor the energy to continue them. I STILL don't have either time or energy, but I'm doing it anyway. And, interestingly, though that form of creativity comes out of the same well as writing (something I could feel, mentally, long before research established that yes, both art and creative writing engage the same centers of the brain), I find my writing has a different, stronger quality now that I'm painting again. (I'll see if I can post the first head-study when it's finished, though I'm not sure what's involved it putting up photos on LJ).
Published on November 04, 2013 09:10