02.02.10
10:00 a.m.
It's been a trip being back in the Valley of the Sun. The new year hasn't brought anything more exciting yet than working, and trying to get situated. We've been in an existential excercise with moving boxes around. They aren't getting unpacked, they just get moved from corner to corner. Closet to Closet. We are still trying to find some furniture, and how we want our art space set up.
The problem is we aren't going to be here for any length of time. We'll be looking for new digs in the summer. So what's the point of unpacking everything?
I like the job I'm doing. I'm working room service, cooking food for guests who stay at the hotel. This is the job I did want before I left, but I didn't know how to express that I wanted it. Now, with the experience I've had at Buffalo Thunder, I can work this job without breaking a sweat. It does involve a bit of work at certain times, but other times not so much. It is a sweet gig.
We haven't seen enough of our friends. My schedule is kind of whacky. We are both spending a lot of time commuting. Up to like three hours a day each. It's a lot of time on the road, and on public transport. I do like the light rail. The train is cool.
Right now I've got a very prominent picture in my head for my next painting, and I don't have any canvas. I do have pastel and paper, and could sketch it out, just to get it out of my head, but I'm not likely to forget it because it is right there in my sight. Kind of frustrating.
I forgot when we had friends over on Sunday that they hadn't seen a couple of my new paintings. They were all looking at them. I've been looking at them for awhile. It is kind of nerve wracking to watch people study over your art work. I've moved on!
That's the latest report. I'm really not looking forward to the summer heat, but I figure I will adjust. I have to.
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