Yesterday was awash of housework and errands. Someone always needs food around here, and it isn't me. Dog food, cat food, three kinds of bird food. My hands were paying the price for the yard work, as sort of expected. What wasn't expected was the complete and utter physical exhaustion that hit. I was a washed up dishrag yesterday and found that laying down was all I could accomplish with success. Had a good and honest talk with Tim last night, and reaffirmed there are just some people in your life that become inherently and inextricably part of it, and the brain has little to do with it. He's like that.
Today after a run to NH to get Toby's eye meds and see Carol, with the wonderful Judy Hartman along for the ride, I will hopefully work on something artistic. I mean MAN I've had the WEEK OFF and haven't done more than draw and organize my planner. It's hard taming the domestic tiger, the RA dragon, and the Artistic angels.
Have a new motif that keeps insisting it wants to be painted or collaged every time I pick up a pen. Funny - it is a variant of a mummiform figure that I've often worked with since college and has appeared in my quilts, but with a new twist. Negative spaces inside the form are like gaping, amorphous holes. I see the psychological interpretation but am not sure that that is the meaning. I think I need to paint a bit to find out. Maybe this afternoon? Hmmm. I have to give myself permission to put the domestic stuff aside, put the book on, and just enjoy the process. Every day. Hard to do when the chaos is up close and personal, though. The battle continues.