It's a new day. I am waiting for the women's spa to open so I can go there and get a Korean scrub and lie around in the hot tubs. With no cell phone.
We had yet another birth yesterday. Was up all night and staggered home at 6 PM to find that my dog guy hadn't come for Felix. He is, um, excitable and he runs pell-mell through the house, scattering rugs and furniture EVERY DAY when I come home. Yesterday, because he'd been inside FOR HOURS, he also managed to knock over an entire gallon of gesso on the floor.
Awesome.
I spend 20 minutes scraping, mopping and wiping up spilled gesso, which got in the cracks of the wood and so forth.
Plus the cat peed on my bed, which went through several layers of bedding and, of course, my comforter. It is a comfort, my comforter, except when it smells like cat pee.
The birth family was beautiful. We had to transfer them because the labor was going on too long and it was safer for them to be in the hospital. They had a lovely baby boy.
Plus, a father from 7 years ago came into the clinic with $600 in cash and wanting us to file a birth certificate for his 7 year old cuz they want to get him a passport. They still owe us money !!!!!!! Jeez.
Mi vida loca.
I have a huge canvas in my studio that needs one more coat of gesso. Today I'm gonna do that, more gesso. Then I will apply paint. Because that's what painters do, they paint. Even if they're tired or grumpy or sad.
And no babies are gonna interrupt. You hear?
3 comments:
A full day already. A good day for gesso and painting. By all means paint!
“If you hear a voice within you say you cannot paint, then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.” ― probably Vincent van Gogh.
You paint? How did I not know this?
I want to see your art.
Now get some rest.
I had no idea you painted either. What do you NOT do?
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