The motivation gets sucked out my creative genes, as all is grey and wet. Not to mention, I cannot use my outdoor gallery. No painting, no selling. No winning.
So I sit here with a great case of the blahs…looking out the window watching my prayer flags fly and become shredded.
Not sure what to do with myself today. Do I sit here wrapped up in guilt for being non-productive? Do I try to sleep the guilt away, only to feel it twice as hard when I wake? Maybe I’ll blow the dust off of my Scrubs DVD’s and watch episode after episode as I paint mindlessly. That used to always do the trick in times like these. Can I go back and yet paint in the present? Good question.
Fuck it, I’ll give it a go. But now I need to decide which empty wooden cabinet door or canvas to paint on.