One of those times when you're sitting on the couch, watching VH1, learning about the secret history of Cyndi Lauper and Music's 100 most dangerous moments, wondering exactly why you're not doing something else - anything really. You're too lazy to turn the channel to say, MTV - they probably have a special about themselves and you wonder if you ever remember them playing music videos. You think about drawing, or working on this or that project, doing your laundry, taking the damn dogs out, reading a book, making a new friend...
but you kinda just sit, actually lie there, until someone knocks on the door asking for change for the Food Bank which you gladly give out, it's a person and he wants to talk to you, it doesn't matter if he wants money as well. You feel a bit bare and unapealing to yourself.
I think it's the weather. If it's uneasy in the sky it's uneasy in the mind. Hard to find that energy that... kinetics pull that... inertia (thanks google my mind is no where)
Tommorrow, I plan to buy a complete set of pastels, a book on pastels and whatever kind of paper pastel work is done on and start learning how to pastel. It's something I've wanted to do for a while. Pastels get all over your hands when you smear the pastel dust on the paper with your fingers. It's fun to get messy and dirty. A wild party scene on your hand. The last time I used pastels, I drew cherry blossoms for some girl I didn't know and they came out well. I didn't know what cherry blossoms looked like either. It was blind infatuation and it was good.
