March 22,  2004

         It must be Monday.  i'm feeling in the bogs again.  And it's weird because nothing is specifically wrong - i have a roof over my head, a job (so far - but the way they've been "restructuring" lately, one can never know), a REALLY CUTE partner - and yet i'm feeling really restless and like not all is right in my world.  i feel like 'something' is supposed to be happening.  Or there's 'something' i'm supposed to be getting ready for. 

        Weirdness.  

         Perhaps getting back to the structure of my art classes this week will help.  i do know that Himself is gearing up for the production of a new play, and during those times it's always like we put our lives on hold.  Necessary, but a long process to wait out.  It would be better to find my own focus or project to center on during those weeks.  And i can't think of a single thing so far that i should be focusing on.  If i had years of art under my belt, i could plan a show - heh.  One day maybe.  For now, i just keep learning.

         Maybe it's just that i've had enough of winter.  And now i've spent a bunch of time just staring at this screen, wondering what else to write.  i could write about the day to day stuff - but how interesting is it really to know that i got up, went to work, came home, went to sleep.  Uh huh.  Definite bogs.

         Hmm..  i wonder if there's a way to express the bogs in art.

PS - an absolutely stunning artist whom our friend A introduced to last weekend ... i think i could learn a lot from her. (click here)

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