This is, of course, a shaky and nearly pointless picture, but I just wanted to document that I did get some work done this week, despite the neverending distractions, like the sink that was broken worse after the plumber fiddled with it than the amount it was broken before, and also the distraction of figuring out afterwards how we’re just gonna have to fix it ourselves. Which is fine, really…although, if I had my art education to do over again, I would totally include getting a plumbing certificate instead of the way less necessary detour through learning how to do sugar lifts and mezzotints (I mean, unfortunately, I have like zero affinity for intaglio). Anyway, whatever, all this rigamarole dealing with pipes and whatnot is actually no big deal, ’cause even though I embrace grouchiness the way some folks embrace bottles and needles, I actually have approximately one zillion reasons to feel exactly the opposite way. And, yeah, I said it circumspectly ’cause I very much believe in jinxes. Like, I’m pretty sure that just now, admitting I had a halfway decent art week even in the midst of snowballing sink trouble, that was enough to shift an asteroid in its orbit. Not, maybe, a big one, mind you. But one just big enough to fall down and possibly wipe out my Pez collection, or maybe poke a hole in my favorite shirt.
Okay, so, officially tired of rambling now. Gotta run errands tomorrow and maybe, maybe draw something for Illustration Friday, if there’s time. Not gonna sweat it, though, ’cause there’s plenty else to do.
