After eating I allowed myself to get stuck watching Pitt-bulls & Parolees. I could watch that show all day. Hours were spent curled up on the bed feeding on Mac-Cheese watching Tia work her magic. I don’t know why her daughter has all those tattoos on her neck. The neck, really?
I’ve been waiting on art supplies…and I will continue to wait due to a 3-day holiday. It’s driving me insane, but giving me a chance to fully sketch and plan out my next big piece. I’ve got a 30 x 40” canvas coming – deep dish. Women, magic, emotion, dark and raw. Cake, oh yes and cake. I’m not a fan of cake. I’m into pie. Cake is overrated. That’s all I say about it now.
Out on the balcony tonight…so many thoughts, ideas, anxiety, excitement. I keep thinking about that scene from Forest Gump – where Jenny is standing on a bridge outside of the strip club…in a fog, she asks Forest if he remembers when they prayed for God to make her into a bird so she could fly far, far away. Forests says, “Yes, I do”. Jenny, still in deep thought, plays with her shoes, easing her foot in and out of the pink pump…”Do you think I could fly off this bridge?”
We planted ivy. I like ivy. I don’t care that it’s an invasion plant; I like it. I planted some in an overhang planter…Its satisfying to come out each morning and notice the growth, however small.
I finally get to start my volunteer work at Eden House. The plan is to have a creative night once a week. That’s all I’ve wanted to do since I’ve come out with my past. I’m happy it’s beginning to sprout.
I cannot concentrate. My thought flow is like a ransom note, scattered with big and little fonts.