motivation
Jul. 21st, 2015 01:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dancing_crowwelp. I hear from two different venues that they like my work, but not enough, and suddenly all motivation ceases. That is a problem.
I kind of hate the yooge brown in-pieces piece, and think I will wedge it into the unfinished and probably won't finish work bin.
which kind of sucks becaue i have expended some effort on it, but i had no actual faith in it either, so.
the yooge brown single piece needs a plan, and a backing, and then to be stitched, somehow, in a meaningful way.
the yooge blue circles+chain mail piece is still in the planning stage all over my floor.
I'm going to see Steeleye Span (note: NOT Steely Dan) in Boston on Friday, all by myself, and it will be WONDERFUL. I have lurved them forever. My first actual boyfriend, who was actually only a loaner, introduced me to them, in high school, in 1976.
Crap, I'm old.
I went to talk to a woman with a studio trying to add art classes to her line-up that are not taught by her. We talked about an adult class in fabric collage, done mostly with ironing things down, because no sewing machines are in her studio. Although I guess she/we could encourage people to bring them. Except then (and I remember this part) I ahve to troubleshoot everyone else's machine which frankly sucks. Anyway, we also talked about parent+child classes on Saturdays, probably a felting thing and a silk dyeing thing, and (the one we were both most excited about) a class in developing a daily practice. It turned out she had painted a 4" painting a day for a year, and we talked about how important that had been, and how important it is to make mistakes and messes and crappy stuff, and how much more relaxed we are now about making things that are inadequate because we've had some practice making them better. Also practice ditching something that is clearly not working. so thinking about tteaching again is nice, and thinking about how to leverage that into teaching at Snow Farm and other hoity toity artist places is the step after that.
One of my tech kids is in the hospital, in and out of Pediatric ICU, with some kind of meningitis they can't isolate. His lungs and around his heart were filled with fluid, and he was breathing badly, even with oxygen, and I wanted them to tap his ribcage with a spigot like they did to S, and just draw off some fluid. His mom says they did that last night with a giant needle, and he's much better, but now they are worried about the fluid coming back.
I am SO FUCKING SICK of driving down to Baystate to visit, console, reassure, and take to appointments... I made up new lyrics to Dylan's Maggie's Farm, about it. I want people to be well, to not need me, to stay out of the damn hospital. And that is so not going to happen, as I and we and all of us age.
I kind of hate the yooge brown in-pieces piece, and think I will wedge it into the unfinished and probably won't finish work bin.
which kind of sucks becaue i have expended some effort on it, but i had no actual faith in it either, so.
the yooge brown single piece needs a plan, and a backing, and then to be stitched, somehow, in a meaningful way.
the yooge blue circles+chain mail piece is still in the planning stage all over my floor.
I'm going to see Steeleye Span (note: NOT Steely Dan) in Boston on Friday, all by myself, and it will be WONDERFUL. I have lurved them forever. My first actual boyfriend, who was actually only a loaner, introduced me to them, in high school, in 1976.
Crap, I'm old.
I went to talk to a woman with a studio trying to add art classes to her line-up that are not taught by her. We talked about an adult class in fabric collage, done mostly with ironing things down, because no sewing machines are in her studio. Although I guess she/we could encourage people to bring them. Except then (and I remember this part) I ahve to troubleshoot everyone else's machine which frankly sucks. Anyway, we also talked about parent+child classes on Saturdays, probably a felting thing and a silk dyeing thing, and (the one we were both most excited about) a class in developing a daily practice. It turned out she had painted a 4" painting a day for a year, and we talked about how important that had been, and how important it is to make mistakes and messes and crappy stuff, and how much more relaxed we are now about making things that are inadequate because we've had some practice making them better. Also practice ditching something that is clearly not working. so thinking about tteaching again is nice, and thinking about how to leverage that into teaching at Snow Farm and other hoity toity artist places is the step after that.
One of my tech kids is in the hospital, in and out of Pediatric ICU, with some kind of meningitis they can't isolate. His lungs and around his heart were filled with fluid, and he was breathing badly, even with oxygen, and I wanted them to tap his ribcage with a spigot like they did to S, and just draw off some fluid. His mom says they did that last night with a giant needle, and he's much better, but now they are worried about the fluid coming back.
I am SO FUCKING SICK of driving down to Baystate to visit, console, reassure, and take to appointments... I made up new lyrics to Dylan's Maggie's Farm, about it. I want people to be well, to not need me, to stay out of the damn hospital. And that is so not going to happen, as I and we and all of us age.