So as I was driving through our magnificent capital city today whilst at work the incredible fusion of old and new, the history to the cutting edge made me reflect more philosophically than usual about the course life takes, how it changes logically my own life. These thoughts were further amplified by receiving (the first of many I’m sure) an email saying my exhibition submission was unsuccessful – rather the shortlisted had been notified – And I hadn’t been. This email came at a good time really as I was in such a contemplative mood as it made me start to wonder what kind of work I would be able to make if I had more time to draw? Whilst one side of this is wildly depressing it also has another side – and use – imagining what I could do with more time has resulted in me thinking well why not try anyway? Almost turning this negative thought into a fuel for further projects.
On getting home this evening I had an avalanche of housework to do so whilst I would always rather draw I am also rather fond of a cooked meal and a clean and tidy home so, I relented, whizzed through the house begrudgingly accepting being thrust back into reality watching any drawing time evaporate so I promised myself the time to write instead – an endeavour which I am coming to love.
Incidentally I did NOT “appreciate” my own blog post…it must of been a slip of the finger; which subsequently couldn’t be undone…embarrassing.
