Thursday, 16 January 2020

16 01 2020

Still daubing, between distractions. Don't know why I'm so inept... energy low, perhaps.

Tuesday, 14 January 2020

14 01 2020

Back at work or what is currently passing for it. Sitting in studio staring at the paintings I was working on before the interruption, wondering what the hell I was thinking. When I get bored with sitting, I daub a bit. Dreadful. Have lost faith in myself.

Wednesday, 8 January 2020

09 01 2020

Cleaning nearly done - there's always more, of course - and things nearly back where they should be for my comfort and effectiveness.
I'm easily sidetracked. Delighted myself with this old drawing of Leon so stopped work to frame it.

Saturday, 4 January 2020

05 01 2020

Fitting that the first posting of the new year is not about work- again. Still trying to get studio usable, did my back in yesterday moving furniture around. Wearing a large corset affair. Thinking about taking up knitting.

Tuesday, 31 December 2019

31 12 2019

Here's Gracie hard at work shifting dust from the studio, bless her - pretty much done now, just needs a certain reorganisation and scrubbing. Would have liked to be getting on with that - BUT off to St F to deal with rogue tenants of absent friends. Better relax, pointless kicking against the traces. Party tonight, holiday tomorrow, lalala.

Sunday, 29 December 2019

29 12 2019

Studio cleaning continues, very very slowly. Breathing a bitch. Am I suffering for art or real estate? Binned all the rolls of old drawings I could find, going back years - more to do - I don't need anything that is finished - or is just bad. Some of them got saved because they are big bits of nice paper and I thought to work on the back. But I haven't. They can go, I won't live long enough to do them.

Pluses; my book is selling. Small regular trickles with odd lurches (= seven on xmas eve, whats that about?) Most cheering though riches do not follow.

Saturday, 28 December 2019

28 12 2019

Terribly pleased with myself for having had an actual idea. Been trying to pull I have measured out my life in blister packs with the double sided notion of top-of-tree life and immediate death.
Looks quite easy now I've set it out.
Studio allegedly returned to me tomorrow. Cleaning begins in earnest Monday.