Frame of Reference

I finished my bird painting a week or so ago, I think. I've noticed I can't keep up with time very well lately. I am not sure if it's because I am so preoccupied, or scattered, or refusing to think, or what. Who knows? Who cares? Like always, I see nothing but the flaws. That being said, I am decently pleased with how this turned out. It was my first attempt. I know it can only get better from here. I'm playing around with colors vs. black and white. I keep seeing a fox, but I might play with a wolf. I can't decide.  My boss at work makes a lot of sculpture things with polymer clay. She brings in her unused, left over scraps for me. I thought this would make a great Mardi Gras necklace!  I read an article that this illustrator wrote. It was titled "Things I wish they had told me in art class." One of the things that really stuck with me was this part where he talks about not downplaying your art. He told of this time where he got publish...

Is this a tool or is this an outlet for my inner ramblings and thoughts? Sometimes things suck. Why do some things get on our nerves more so one day than other days? Why does one, small, seemingly insignificant event gnaw at the very core of our being, but only sometimes.

I don't like the fact that it gets so dark so early. My body thinks it's 9pm, but when I look at the clock, it's only 7pm. So much stress. Sometimes you just have to laugh. And this made me laugh... out loud! :p

Only one. I think I've called out bad grammar 3 times in so many days. I'm not a perfect user of it myself, however, sometimes it's overwhelmingly bad. Especially in this particular geographical location. It's freezing and overcast. It's like ... winter or something. I'm in my head too much. I feel deep and philosophical. What's the best thing for getting back in the shallow end? Totally random fact: Spaghetti is one of the better things to vomit. It doesn't hurt quite so bad coming up. However, the noodles in the sinus cavity is a very gross feeling. Just saying.

I had a fire dream/episode. The more that I say it, the farther away it feels. I still have to talk myself down sometimes. I was at a park today to take pictures. I think someone close by was burning stuff in their yard. I almost got back into my car, but it wasn't so bad. I just hate that it affects me at all.

She's right. I am mud. I'm only not causing chaos because the "targets have removed themselves". My thoughts get so overwhelming that I often find myself escaping with sleep. It's my "off" switch. Because I sit and think. I do good for people. I go out of my way to be there for people. To do good things for them. I've never been malicious. I don't think that I could be, intentionally. But unintentional is not an excuse either. So I think that I will paint. With the music in my headphones turned up to drown out whatever is in my head.