Goodbye studio.

My studio on the last day.

Most of February I spent packing all my worldly possessions that I had stowed away in my studio (more like strewn about my studio), and began cramming them into my tiny car. It was a great many trips to and fro. I would squeeze about six boxes into my car and some loose items and that would make one full load. I would need many hands to count the amount of trips I took.

I'm tired of moving. Reaaally, reaaally tired.

(I'm doing this to myself, aren't I? So I really should quit complaining.)

The final week of moving was sabotaged by bad weather. The day before I was to be fully out of the place, it looked like this:

This is not picturesque, or New England-y.

This is crappadoodle for drivers.

So. Didn't do much art during the month-long move. But, I did work on getting my taxes prepped and ready, took Preston to the dentist (oh how traumatic! for me anyway! listening to a yowling cat in the car while maneuvering snowy, slushy streets), and started on a freelance project (I think there were a few drooling, catatonic states dispersed in there somewhere).

Wait, wait... I did do some art... I finished five drawings.... (see, I can barely remember that I did this, much less when, and how).

Crazy friggin month that February. Hey, at least I made it a full year in the studio (that's longer than the last two places I lived in).

Zodiac update.

A few of the zodiac pieces are finished. Some that I have started I completely scrapped, and I'm planning on revising the drawings for those (woooo, I get to stain paper again...wooooo). I'm wondering if I should wait till I have all of them completed before posting them here, but at the same time, it may be fun to just post them. Hmmm. Not sure. Hmmm. Well, I've at least posted the revised sketch for Gemini. Actually, I completely scrapped the old sketch and came up with a whole new fancy one. (I just can't keep things simple.)

I'm keeping this post short, not because I don't have anything to write about, but quite the opposite. I could tell a great new story about the lemon, but I won't because then I would be up all night trying to compose it. There would be a crazy hurricaney snowstorm, and a whole part about being stranded, and then another part about being stranded again for a completely different reason (it all has to do with the lemon, yes it does). It would be quite an exciting story, but much too long to recount (at this late hour). So a picture of a sketch will just have to do for this post.

No picture. Not today. Nope.

No pic today. I haven't done a "no pic" post in a long time. So without further ado:

No picture! Ta Daaa!

So, thank you all for giving me a kick in the ass regarding that last post. I have to say, between emails, texts, Facebook messages, a few posts here, and contacts from out of the blue...

I hear YOU ALL. Loud and clear. I mean, my bum hurts. From your kicking! ;0D

(Oh look, an emoticon, on my blog, how'd that get here? How inappropriate!)

Well. The holidays have come and gone. I'm not sad to see them go. Preston is doing very well. He's had his million dollar treatment and now he has turned into a semi-calm, fluffy, ball of fuzz. The stress of my cat being sick really got me into a downer, and I fell into a puddle of stress and constant worry. As soon as that was over, some freelance work appeared out of nowhere, and that is where I have been all this time: worriedly busy, or busily worried (not sure what I'm trying to say here, but I hope I got it across).

I've also decided to quit my studio (that sounds very British "quit my studio"), or dispose of it, release it, etc. As spaces on my studio floor have been rented out, it's become much noisier, and I miss the quiet solitude of the building. It was so still and silent, that the air was almost heavy with it (but not quite). It was the perfect place to hunker down and work. My other reasons for quitting the place: it's absolutely freezing right now, and the electric heat does not warm a single molecule in that cavernous space, and over the summer, the heat killed my plants! One by one! That was more upsetting than anything else. I love plants!

I'm having a tough time concentrating right now. I brought my speakers home from the studio and hooked them up to the computer. Instead of causing pleasure to my eardrums, they're making mishy-mashy noise. They're picking up a radio signal, and as I'm trying to listen to Brian Eno while I'm typing this (you, know, trying to stay relaxed yet in the moment), I'm hearing Michael Jackson's slightly squeaky voice shouting out... Beat it. Just beat it. No one wants to be defeated...

It's really hard to focus. It really is.

Queen of procrastination. It is I.

Entangled 5" x 7"

(Experiment in color - ink on Aquabord.)

Finished? Or still in progress? - Not sure yet.

(I think it's done, but then, not really... hmmm.)

I must be the queen of procrastination. I really should open that Etsy shop I've I talked about going on forever now. The only reason is that I'm hoping that it might somehow help pay down the massive vet bill my cat's accumulated, even if it's just a little bit. Not only did he have a thyroid issue (in which meds only made him sicker), but he got a hold of a fern which caused him to be rushed to kitty ER. Plant recovery went great, but the thyroid treatment turned him into a mini Chernobyl so he's quarantined at the moment. I went to visit him today and I swear his radioactivity caused havoc with my cellphone. (Or maybe not. Maybe it was just my phone being wanky on its own.)

So yeah, queen of procrastination has to get her ass in gear. Boohoo me. Blog procrastination, email procrastination, makeanEtsystore procrastination. Where have my priorities gone to? I mean REALLLLY! You'd think an unemployed person like myself would be on top of that Etsy store like beans on a burrito... yeah (wait...beans in a burrito? No... wait... gahhhh!)

Prestoid's bill is in the thousands ($$$ $$$$ $$$$$.... HOLY CRAPCAKES Batman!) Etsy store may be a good something to try.

I think I'm just a big chicken. Big chicken to open the store. I think about things too much, my brain in overdrive. What should I sell?... what if no one buys anything?... OHhh the disappointment... I wouldn't be able to live with myself... woe is me... blablahblah.... oh how overdramatic. Do others have this problem?

eBay, on the other hand, has been treating me well. Go eBay! (themonopolyofonlineauctions! I didn't say that! andgiddycollectorofmonstrousfees!) Oh how I love thee at the moment!

Today I also decided I will not reread my (in progress) blog posts more than (an additional) 1 time before posting (I will try reallly reallllly hard). In the hopes that it will make me write more, because I feel much better after I do. Yes. Mhhmmm.

Okay then....

1 time. There I did it!