September 24th, 2003

breeden

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Well, that's what I get for being self-satisfied with existence...

Woke up this morning, got out of bed, went "Hgaark!" and leaned against the wall. Hmm. Who would have thought that breaking up my incredibly sedentary existence with a two hour hike, punctuated by frequently crouching for long periods on hot gravel, would cause my thigh muscles to ache? I mean, my back was twinging a little yesterday, but this..woof. Feels like my legs are getting root canals. It's my own stupid fault for A) being woefully out of shape, and B) doing the Photography Zen thing, where I forget that hey, yeah, I'm in a hideously uncomfortable position, because lookit that cactus! Must get a photo! Even if I have to stand on one leg in a cholla patch! I'm an idiot.

So, needless to say, I'm doing the stiff-legged I-am-too-proud-to-limp hobble, attempting to walk without having the big mass of muscle on the front of the thigh--I think it might be the quadraceps, can draw it, but can't remember the name--actually come into play. Unfortunately, I live at the top of a lengthy flight of stairs, so going out to pick up coffee and hashbrowns this morning made me go "HGARRK!" again, punctuated by quiet "fuckfuckfuckunnnghh" noises.

Fortunately, as with most such aches, as long as the muscle's not in the act of moving, it doesn't actually hurt. (Sort've like getting a tattoo--when the needle stops moving, it stops hurting.) So I can paint without much qualm. Which is good. Because somewhere, there's a watercolor calling my name...
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breeden

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I got nothin'.

Ideas? Sure. Ideas are the easy part of a painting. I could come up with enough ideas to keep me painting for a week in one ten minute session in the bathroom, reading the framed menu from John's Pizza Cafe that our Shadowrun crew gave us as a going-away present.

But as soon as I hit the page, I got nothin'. The ideas are there, the reference is there, I've got cactus and weirdness and whatall, but the results suck donkeys. I have art block. Bleh. Being me, and thus as stubborn as a concrete mule, I keep pushing paint around. Various texturesinterest me, but I can't put 'em together into anything worthwhile. About the only thing so far that's piqued my brain is looking at the work of James Christensen, which makes me want to paint things where I throw anatomy screaming to the wind. But meh.

This happens to me only rarely, and fortunately, has no actual impact on my commercial skills. But when, as now, I could paint ANYTHING I WANTED, I have the time, I have supplies, I have carte blanche to spend a week or two doing nothing but painting whatever I feel like--I am overwhelmed. I got nothin'. Possibly it's PMS related, in which case I got nothin' for another day or two, and then maybe my brain will settle down.

'Course, there was this...
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