I haven’t written since last summer. I said I would keep it up, but to no avail. After finishing my last essay last night I couldn’t sleep, and so I decided to make a playlist on 8Tracks (if you haven’t heard of the site, I suggest that you check it out). The playlist was moody (I’m not sure if moody covers it. I’m listening to it now, and I’m slowly sinking into a hole of dark contemplation), and folkish. Anyways, it got a lot of attention on the site. Ok, by “a lot” I mean more than five likes. The point is I had forgotten how much I liked interacting with the outside world, the vast and unmeasurable world of the internet. And because I am human I had missed the secret validation. The folks behind the username usually don’t expect much more than an interesting read and a follow-up post. They (you) are the motivation to keep writing and sloshing paint on canvas.
Besides having more time and wanting to stave off boredom, I wanted to set a goal in order to create more things. At the end of June I am guest curating at a small venue (I’ll be showing my own art as well). So just as it was the case with the Art Walk last summer, I need something to keep me motivated. I want to paint (or slosh paint on) large canvas, just really huge canvas. But at this point I feel more connected to my bed than to a paint brush. I’m dry. My brain is stock full with literary theory, Tennyson and Browning (I’m really tempted to post my essay on Tennyson and Browning, but I fear that it would be just too stuffy).
So as an attempt to get back into drawing and painting, I will actually use a sketchbook AND post my creations here.