Peevish
February 28th, 2006 - 9:57 pm
It’s turtles … all the way down.
Too much time was spent today sulking in my own head, and so, I am peevish.
Yeah … that’s all. Over and out.
OK, you know I am a liar. That’s not really all, but I am so peevish that I am seemingly incapable of putting anything into words. This is likely the result of all that pondering the death penalty I did this afternoon while doing the housework. While I can’t seem to put anything into words, I have been able to do one sketch in my notebook, and two more are ready to pop out of my head any minute. Good thing since I have 20 days to make one, two or three works of art on issues relate to the death penalty.
I envy artists who have such large bodies of work that a juried show with a theme means looking through past work and finding something on the subject. Me? I have to create on a deadline. Not complaining. I do my best work under those circumstances.
Also, political art has never been my gig. It was my dad’s, but as politically interested as I am, it has never before been attempted by myself. Ought to be interesting to see what happens.
I am concerned that all these other artists are going to be the sort that have to title their works with a paragraph or include some sort of insanely long “rant” in order to make its point for it. You know what I am talking about. I may have to repost that particular rant about artists explaining their own work. I usually don’t even give my works titles. So therefore, I have to create something that requires no explanation yet sends a message on the death penalty to the viewer … sans verbage. Talk about a limitation! I’m enjoying the challenge.
It’s time to scratch out those last two ideas, even if it means just writing down the thoughts and not drawing them. Then I have to turn that part of my brain off for a while. It feels good to recapture that feeling of being on fire with a project, but just because the muse is back does not mean she gets to run wild and naked through my every waking and sleeping hour. I can smell the neurons on the right side of my brain sizzling.
Oh, wait! Maybe that’s the cookies I am baking and not my brain cells at all. The perfect distraction … fudge chocolate chip cookies, fresh out of the oven. Mmm …
And yeah … turtles all the way down.
2 Responses to “Peevish”
Are you left handed?
The only thing I do exclusively with my right hand is write, and the only reason I do that is because I had a bunch of closed minded teachers who thought a person shouldn’t be ambidextrous. I actually draw and paint and other manual dexterity things with both hands almost equally. I also tend to reach for things with my left hand.
In fact, it’s weird, but when I am drawing, the right hand tends to draw the lines on the right side of the paper and the left on the left … and the right hand handles most of the fine detail while the left takes care of the shading.
I think, had I been left alone to decide which hand was to be dominant, I would have ended up being solely left handed. Well, except that my left hand has an unfortunate deformity. I can’t explain it … I’ll just have to show you.
The thumb is double jointed and the muscles have no strength in them at all.I can apply some pressure with it, holding small things, but there’s a point it reaches when it just gives out having more to do with size of the thing than weight. Once I get it “locked” onto something, it’s fine until what muscles are there get tired. Then I’ll drop whatever it is I am holding. When I was a kid, I thought it was cool. When I grew up, I realized having a fully functional opposing thumb on both hands would have been nice.
Did I really just ramble at some length about my “handedness” and freaky thumb? It must be time to get some sleep … or something.