Someone recently asked me if clear was a color. I don't know, is it? I think of gloss and reflection as a color, I suppose. So yes. Maybe.
Depends on its intention.
I'm processing a lot of thoughts lately. Every time I resolve to write more, I don't. Every time I resolve to do more yoga, I don't. I don't like being told what to do, even by myself. Sometimes this leaves me frozen in time, confused, not making choices. A mentality that does wonders for being self-employed, I can assure you.
I know everything is a choice, and I hate when people gripe about their circumstances as though everything in life happened to them, like they had no choice in the matter. I hate when I find myself whining. I hate when I find myself whining about other people whining.
One foot in front of the other.
They say.
I don't know if I've ever had this much going on before in my life. Commissions that I can't fit in. A huge solo show next Spring that I'm preparing for. (I promise I'll tell you about that soon. Any second now. Almost.) A new collection to complete before then. International travel to plan. An ailing doggie that requires a lot of care. Passports to apply for. Christmas balls to make. Christmas.
Actually, erase that Christmas thing from your mind. The thought of it makes me queasy. It's still June, right? RIGHT??
There's this purple painting I'm making right now that I kind of love. It's almost done. The first official painting I've completed for that show I'm having in Spring that I haven't told you about yet. It's purple and crazy and heavy (I can barely lift it) and did I mention purple? Ideally I'll have it finished by the end of next week.
Two more huge paintings lie on the floor where they wait for supplies to be delivered so I can keep working on them. Eight canvases are stacked against the wall, waiting to have purpose. More canvas needs to be ordered.
I'll sleep when I get back from Japan in April.
Until then, here we go.
8 comments:
Haha, the scientist in me would say "No, those aren't colors".
We have a completely red-green colorblind friend. He's very musically inclined (perfect pitch, could play professionally but instead programs). Once after attending a classical guitar concert with him, he tried to describe the "color" of the music. Everyone's favorite metaphor? :-) We laughed until he conceded and compared the music to textures of buildings (brick or marble).
I'm really really busy too. Oh man I wish it were June! But I think it's good stress -- stress from having too much to do seems healthier to me than stress over not knowing what to do. Good luck! :-)
i'm just going to give you a huge virtual hug right now :)
love you,
Jessica
ah ha, thanks Mad. :o) I was hoping someone had an actual answer to that. Anything I came up with sounded like artist-drivel. :oP
:o)
Nice hearing from you! Hope you and Chris are doing splendidly. (And playing/listening to much classical guitar!)
Thanks Jess :o)
Love you!
Such random timing. Elijah was just asking me what color the water was (in the bathtub) and I told him it was clear. He said "clear, whats that". Hmmm...didn't know how to describe it either!
~Becky~
Becky--
heh, maybe we should be asking *him* what color it is. kids are so straightforward. :o)
Technically speaking, something clear transmits light but does not reflect or emit light, so it is not considered a color. I'm not a scientist, though, so don't quote me on that. Haha. What I can say with certainty is that this post is colorful... I enjoy your writing style. My thoughts are quite similiar these days. The main difference is that my thoughts are bouncing around the cabin of my Nissan, while I search for a new place to land. Life is a crazy adventure... Enjoy Japan!! :)
Wow, that's kinda awesome though! You're a traveling artist! I guess you wouldn't be quite as gypsy if you had a permanent place. ;o) Good luck with the search, and thanks!!
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