Bowl of bitchy and a side of watercolor

Bowl of bitchy and a side of watercolor

Oct 17

So as I said before on a previous post my psychologist (really if you go to ONE visit with a shrink can you say he’s “my psychologist?) anyways he asked me what all I wanted to accomplish out of this lifetime and for me to come up with a list.

You could call it a bucket list if you wanted but for me…I shall just call it a list.

In the process of coming up with this list I found out (and this is going to sound stupid) that many of my “passions” in life weren’t as bubbling over in my current life. Dare I say I’ve become vanilla with the monotony of everyday? Why hadn’t I been perusing some of my dreams at any weight/level of health? Why had I stopped seeking out the frosting of life? Oh that’s right. Because I was on the couch eating it with a spoon. Ok got it.

Not seriously. Life has changed me (this mind you isn’t a surprise). I used to be a free-wheeling college student without a care in the world- making art and just doing whatever came to mind. Then met my future husband and everything began to slow down. I stopped doing art in my apartment because he felt it was messy. I graduated and started working which ate a huge chunk of my time now fast forward and I’m teaching at a wonderful school but I live 45 minutes each way plus I have a young son. It seems I cook, clean up after him and then hit the sack only to repeat the process again. Waaaa what a poor little bitchy baby I’ve become. What a fucking adult I sound like.

So, I’ve started putting together a bit of a book. Per my style nothing is complete and everything is a bit of a mess. I’m not the best watercolorist in fact I don’t like my watercolor work at all but hell….whatever right? So above is the first page embrace artistic vision. I teach art. I’m surrounded by it each and everyday but I rarely make time to do it for myself. So that’s something that needs to change to allow me some headroom. I need to start making art again. Making the time.

Mind you I could tear this up with my negative thoughts. I hate the font and the spacing is all wrong the pen is strange. But I won’t. I’m just going to let it be. Shut the hell up voice in my head and just make another page. Yup, it’s a whole new philosophy of the week.