Heavy. Like a bag full of bricks.


It’s been hard to be motivated these last few days.
Not only is life passing me by at a rate I can’t keep up with, my imagination is stifled. Which, in turn, always sends me into panic mode, which then sends me into a *boring* swing of depression.
Really, it’s not all that bad. I had visitors come, that always distracts me from work, but I think that is a good thing. I had the exhibition open and I finished a commission as well as landing a few more projects for the long term. I’m just one of those people who panics when there is a window open for rest. Silly really.
I am getting control over it though. Just took the camera out and photographed anything that looked interesting that I may want to use. I think tomorrow I should sit down and sketch just for the hell of it. Not everything has to be a masterpiece…. not everything is a masterpiece.
I go to Paris soon, maybe that will relight the flame for me. I have never been before and I am going by train and I am so excited about every aspect of this trip. Including the train. That’s 8 hours of music listening right there. Sweet. (Regina’s new album is beautiful.)
Then after I get back from Paris, it’s packing time..But more about that later. Everytime I think of it, it makes me panic too.
Back to cookies and tea. For calming and soothing the soul.

The photo above was removed (again, by mistake) but I am going to put it back up because it has to be one of my favorite moments in Berlin. It was taken in the wee hours of the morning coming back from a disco.. Where Nom and I tore up the dance floor.

One Response to “Heavy. Like a bag full of bricks.”

  1. Claude Bartlett says:

    Great to hear that your going to Paris! Hope you'll find the city inspiring! Anxious to read your impressions! Au revoir, a bientôt!

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