I like how things worked out these last few days. On one hand I'm overwhelmed by reseaching on what to do about my new apartment and studio, looking for compact wall-easel solutions, light and everyday stuff like a sofa of painting the wall. I can see how this is completely draining me (choice, indecision regardless of the topic, tires me, and drains me of creativity).
On the other hand, I still do find some time to both post instagram art (albeit less thoughfully) and at the same time work a bit every day.
Today I did some watercolor and ink sketches, trying to bridge my "digital" doodling self, to my analogue one. I'm quite satisified. Among others, I did an interesting self-portrait, did a couple large "worldbuilding" attempts, and also got to combine ink with a few watercolors! That felt non-purist, and very invigorating! Time for rest!
Oh, and here we are: One day, before the last! Tomorrow is the final day of this blog. I don't know if this will be the absolute end or if I will be returning occasionally (eg. once a year) to comment about my current state) but it's almost over. In a sense, this blog has had a double positive influence in my life:
I get to write a eulogy daily about my work which is invaluable; I hope I can keep it up; even as small notes in a notebook. At the same time, I can seem the undoubtable traces of my work over the past 12 months, and how my life has progressed: I started painting on the wheel of my car, then I had my first co-sharing studio, and now I have my own studio. It is touching if I think about it. Which I don't. There is a dissonance: My cynically wired brain disregards it all as "nothing of importance, or significance; at the end of the day, I'm still far from being independent, from making money, or from having a life befit a 39 years old adult. On the other hand, when reviewing what has happened, I can't deny that there is some poetry working in my life; there is some progress, and some dream fulfillment of 30-40 years.
Time for rest.
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