Yes, it's time for another gang thank you to everyone who's faved my work & who've chosen to watch me. Although I haven't thanked y'all individually (which would be a semi-full-time job (like I don't waste enough time at the computer [my drawing table misses me]), I want everyone to know I do appreciate it.
So- thanks, one & all.
Evan
Yes, it's time for another gang thank you to everyone who's faved my work & who've chosen to watch me. Although I haven't thanked y'all individually (which would be a semi-full-time job (like I don't waste enough time at the computer [my drawing table misses me]), I want everyone to know I do appreciate it.
So- thanks, one & all.
Evan
Yes, it's time for another gang thank you to everyone who's faved my work & who've chosen to watch me. Although I haven't thanked y'all individually (which would be a semi-full-time job (like I don't waste enough time at the computer [my drawing table misses me]), I want everyone to know I do appreciate it.
So- thanks, one & all.
Evan
At the risk of sounding maudlin, which is not my intent at all...
I'm currently renovating a couple of bathrooms. You'd think the noise that comes with the demo, the adding of new supports, rerouting plumbing, etc. would be distracting. It isn't. In fact, it's reminding me that I actually liked school- being surrounded by fellow wannabe artists, working away at our class assignments, joking, flirting (& for the record- I am not flirting with the guys doing the construction - simply not oriented that way...& they're not that pretty). With all the noise & stuff going on, I've been more productive art-wise in the last two days than in the last two weeks.
There is something I've heard as I've gotten older & my conversations tend to be with older people- & that is the awareness that you have more life behind you than you have in front of you. Given that shit happens, & can happen everyday, that might be true everyday, but we like to think that absent minded moment with a bus is going to happen to somebody else...other-wise we're going to live out to whatever the current life expectancy is...
...the point being- The construction in the house reminds me of school, where everything seemed fresh & there were a ton of "firsts" still waiting to be experienced. I'm reminded that there are still firsts out there- every day begins with that first cup of coffee, every conversation you have with a stranger is a first- but I'm also very aware that as far as time is concerned...there is more time behind me that there is in front of me. I don't have a bucket list of stuff I want to see or accomplish before I'm dust, still, what looms is that slight horror/sadness that stuff will be left unfinished.
But maybe that's how it always is. When death find you, there's always something left unfinished.
La-la-la.