Art
The last day of my vacation. I didn't even pick up a paint brush. I did a fair amount of staring at a blank canvas. Maybe it's for the best.
I haven't been feeling well. Every time that I swallow, my ears pop. I feel like I have a piece of pepper stuck at the back of my throat and no amount of coughing or clearing it or water is helping. I know it's my sinuses or allergies. I know that tomorrow of the next day I will feel better. I just know it.
Odd experiences with artists at the gallery:
I was working with a yoga instructor one evening. Her phone chimes. She looks at it and says,
"Oh, it's just my reminder to meditate."
I don't know, seems a little.... oxymoronic.
Another evening I was lamenting about how I have a hard time setting prices and I often end up giving stuff away. The lady says,
"I stopped giving things away a long time ago. I wouldn't do that now (pause) ... unless God told me to."
Right, well that was a conversation stopper.
I haven't been feeling well. Every time that I swallow, my ears pop. I feel like I have a piece of pepper stuck at the back of my throat and no amount of coughing or clearing it or water is helping. I know it's my sinuses or allergies. I know that tomorrow of the next day I will feel better. I just know it.
Odd experiences with artists at the gallery:
I was working with a yoga instructor one evening. Her phone chimes. She looks at it and says,
"Oh, it's just my reminder to meditate."
I don't know, seems a little.... oxymoronic.
Another evening I was lamenting about how I have a hard time setting prices and I often end up giving stuff away. The lady says,
"I stopped giving things away a long time ago. I wouldn't do that now (pause) ... unless God told me to."
Right, well that was a conversation stopper.