Having a blog sounds like fun. Keeping a blog less so. MONTHS have gone since I made an entry. Over the summer, despite all my rantings about how I was in Italy and I was going to paint, blah blah blah. I didn’t spend ten minutes painting. My paints were stolen, a long story not really germane, and it gave me permission to blow it off. Signing into my blog today after such a long time makes me realize what a fantasist I am! I had a fantastic time. But it wasn’t what I imagined creatively.
Once I returned I started thinking about did I really want to paint? One thing I was certain of, I was DONE with spending so much time trying to sell it. I didn’t pick up a paintbrush as a way of earning money. Soon as I began earning money, without even trying! I was SOLD!
In my former life, I was a publicist for a renown theatre chain. I spent all my time promoting plays and people. I’m really good at it. But I don’t want to post endless pictures on social media, update my blog daily, update my Etsy, etc. Saatchi already pulled me on suspension for not updating my listings regularly. When the fuck am I supposed to paint?
The short of the long of it, I’ve not only started painting again and loving it; I’ve also been writing like a mad woman (although not evidenced in this blog); an attempt to earn money. Hey! It’s got to come from somewhere!! And least a screenwriter doesn’t have to post fucking pictures of their scripts or process.
Last night I began a new painting and am counting the HOURS until I go into the studio and work on it. Working on it at 2:00 AM isn’t optimal light-wise.
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