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February
27, 2005
Just getting in under the wire of accomplishing 2 posts
this month. Sigh. i'm not getting any better
at the updating. On the upside however, i've been
working as diligently as possible on painting. In
fact, i've even made a pledge to carry around a small
sketchbook and pencil, and to try to do at least one small
sketch per day.
Well, i'm doing okay on the carry-it-around part, for the
past week ... but the pages remain empty. And of
course the lack of sketches centers around the fact that
by the time i get home, i'm tired, it's late, it's time
for dinner - and then early bed to start the whole process
again the next day.
Which is why i've come to LOVE my Saturdays. i get
to spend the entire day firmly entrenched in my right
brain - which results in a calmness very much akin to
subspace floatiness for me. Perfect.
i figured out that on average i'm spending a minimum of
9.5 hours at work every day. And i'm only paid for
7.5. The 9.5 does not include travel time ... add
another hour, to hour and a half. So on the best of
days it's about a 10.5 hour commitment. On the bad
days (working late) it can be more than 12 hours.
This goes on every day, of every week. This is just
not good.
If you count the time commitment to get to work and back
home at about an hour, and then add on a normal 7.5 hour
day (which is the standard to be paid for these days) i'm
still left with approximately 2 hours of my time that i'm giving
away.
So - once i figured all this out - that's when i made the
decision to start carrying the sketchbook with me. i
figure i should be able to go sit quietly in a corner
somewhere and take that time back to do sketching.
Or to visit the gym. And i did get to the gym a few
times, but what i'm discovering now is that if someone
goes by and sees me sketching, they think i'm not
working. Of course they are right - i'm not, and i
shouldn't be. Then the comments like "don't you
have enough work to do?", or "wish *I* had time
to draw", start to fly around. And i grind my
teeth and all the right-brain zen disappears.
It's hopeless. People just don't jive with the idea
that i've been there since 8 a.m. and won't leave 'till
5:30 at the earliest. And if i go find a
hidey-corner, then it appears like i'm trying to get
away with something.
Have i mentioned yet that i have been sending out my
resumes?
Heh.
New art - the
quest goes slowly.
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