Greetings and welcome. Here are my thoughts and ramblings about my life as a writer, photographer, and artist. Life isn't all sunshine and flowers. I weave my way through as much heartache as joy to discover wondrous hidden treasures bubbling my soul. I cover numerous topics bouncing from one to another like a butterfly going from flower to flower. These explorations are fascinating. I hope you enjoy and find inspiration of your own. Namarie.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
Doing art while preparing to move
I need another project with everything else I do.
Packing and house hunting are very stressful. I’m making some headway with the
packing. Yesterday I stopped at the U-Haul store and got a box to fit the
bigger charcoal drawings. Unfortunately, it’s too big, heavy, and awkward to
move now that it’s full. (Guess I should have packed it in the back room where
it will be stored instead of the kitchen, ha ha.)
I haven’t even taken time to write the next chapter of
the book because I’ve been so busy with pictures. I am still adding color to my
walls or getting ready to. I need to frame the new prints. I may be packing to
move, but in the meantime, I want my home to look happy and the pretty,
bright-colored pictures on the walls look great.
There needs to be a balance between packing, house
hunting, writing the book, editing photos, and doing the InterTown Record work.
I’m beginning to think that all the drawing supplies should be packed away
because I’m not finding time to do that. But I keep thinking I might. Oh, these
I don’t like living with the feeling my life is on
hold or I’m up in the air (because of this needing to move). I’m tired of
living in a temporary abode (and I knew moving in here that it would only be
for a few years). I want a permanent home, a forever home. I want to feel
settled and have the house be mine, have it be home.
I know that life isn’t permanent, but having that
feeling of moving hanging over my head is like a cluttered room that weighs
heavy. It needs to be cleaned out once and for all… like all the clutter
accumulated all these years.