November 15, 2012

• On Faith

  I have paintings coming out my ears. The faster they sell, the faster I paint. I have to produce for the next show and the deadline is in less than two weeks and I have three commissioned paintings that are due as soon as I can finish them and I have a couple other commissions that may or may not come through and I have all these damned ideas swirling around in my head trying to come out the ends of my arms and right now just this very moment, there’s a chunk of tiny human laying across my legs sleeping.

  And then I decided to work on that book I started a while back… and I’m due to write this essay on women’s roles in “today’s world” whatever the hell that means… and I have to finish editing/proofing this book of my friend’s and then he invited me to write an editor’s note and I’d be a damned fool not to do that…

  And then I decided that I’d take part in the public art project putting murals up in this alley close to Market Square in Knoxville because I totally don’t have enough to get done already and every 8 month old wants to ride around in a baby sling carrier while her mother paints on some wall with recycling center paint on a chilly day… but it’s a great opportunity to put some stuff up where people will see it all the time and it’s just cool and maybe I can get a photographer to come and play with me while I paint…

  And then there’s the small matter of the web design projects I really ought to do…

  Yeah.
  And here I sit performing my role as baby bed. She just doesn’t like to be away from me very much and I find it pointless and inefficient to try to convince her otherwise.

  Really nice thing happened yesterday. I was carrying a pile of packages to the post office and had this idea that I would strap them to the baby stroller and strap the baby to my chest in the baby carrier and somehow get all the stuff into the building and shipped.
  Sounds ridiculous right? Yeah. It was.  No way were those packages going on that little stroller.  So there I stood in the parking lot with the packages on the ground and the baby in the car seat looking at me like “what the h… I’m supposed to be getting out of this seat now.  What are you doing?” and just then. Out of nowhere, appears this bored guy who was paying enough attention to the world to happen to notice my predicament. He actually carried all my packages in for me and saved me a lot of time and probably a few bruises.
  YAY

  So every time I feel like I’ve gotten myself into some silly pile of unaccomplishable work, something like that happens and reminds me that I’m not in it alone… and everything’s on time.

  Onward and upward
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