First time not having a manic schedule since August of 2023.
Relaxing is weird to me. Do you know this feeling?
I’m sitting in the tranquility of a blank calendar.
I’m sitting in the tranquility of a blank calendar.
Under a blanket made of old t-shirts of mine.
But instead of tranquility I feel desperation.
Desperation to keep making stuff.
If I don’t, the fear of it all going away becomes real.
I don’t think my desperation will ever go away.
I don’t know if that’s good or bad.
Painting has been engaging.
Working out has been okay (I hate working out).
Painting is like a treadmill for your brain.
I just put my brain on the treadmill until it gets tired.
Last night, I painted a VHS copy of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
and then used it as a stamp on a couple canvases.