A week ago, I had a situation to deal with: I got sick. Such a disruption. I was only able to paint a little bit before the need to lie down took over.
While reclining, I used the laptop to look carefully at the paintings finished and paintings needed for the upcoming solo show at CACHE. More paintings are needed, but feeling poorly meant that I would paint poorly.
There were other tasks to tackle, ones that didn’t require heavy concentration. One day I gathered canvases, put on the hanging wires, chose titles, assigned inventory numbers, and actually slapped on a light layer of paint. I knew it wasn’t a good day for painting when I dropped my palette. It landed upside down, of course. I headed back to the couch.
Another simple task for another day was to scan these two new Mineral King paintings.
Recovery came; it always does (except when it is time for the big dirt nap).
2 Comments
OK, I give up. What is a “big dirt nap?”
Oh wait, as in “6 feet under” dirt nap? Got it. But for the believer, you will be more alive then than you have ever been here on earth!
Sharon, indeed, “dirt nap” is a figure of speech about our bodies being 6 feet under. I thought it came from Raymond Chandler, a novelist, but it might have come from Robert B. Parker (another mystery writer). Chandler wrote a book titled “The Big Sleep”, so maybe I am confusing my metaphors.
Comments are closed for this article!