minxy

I love your brain. Just following your thought processes is calming to me sometimes. You've also just reminded me that I have this chronic wip watercolor for a friend that she's probably totally forgotten about. It's all masking and washes, mostly in light lime greens because that's her favorites, and of birch trees with new leaves. Light waves of wash behind it, with negative space for the brightly sunlit leaves, other leaves in twisty, new hatches stretches highlighted with lighter yellows and shadowed in deeper greens. Not that I've gotten to that part yet. Also, it's a huge canvas (for me: it's something like a meter on it's longest side) and my first watercolor gessoed canvas, too.

I forgot that it's about shutting down the brain. Maybe why the reading isn't as refreshing as sports. Maybe I'll go dancing tonight in my pretty shoes. Only, the end of my book is calling me. *can't decide*

You're welcome for the alcohol poisoning stuffs, I'm happy to help in whatever alcohol related capacity I'm able to. And my work, it used to be such a source of excitement and challenge and love; now it feels so much like if I'm happy, it's in spite of work, and that is just. not. right. A break is required. A 'you are no longer a student for the first time in nearly 25 years' break. A sabbatical. With alcohol. Yum. But no poisoning.