This morning…. set up shelf for glazes, determined need for other shelving in studio, went into bedroom (after doing several things in front room) and moved bed into this week’s position. My feet no longer are pointed at the door, my face is no longer peeking through the blinds wondering if someone outside is peeking in at night. I placed the television in a fairly obscure position, and may move it into the closet later. Started watching Moulin Rouge, fell asleep, continued the oddness of the film in a short dream, woke up to the end of the telephone ringing Hey Jude.
An invitation to the home of some friends for a July 4th potluck at their place. Second invite. Wonder what time that other one starts. This one is at noon. Freakishly hot, I’m sure it will be.
Of course, I am typing this in semiconscious condition, having also been wakened, oddly enough by noises of kids and a couple of adults outside playing soccer in my precious little greenery area… no not that patio area!
And to top it off, one of them was speaking French. Quelle bizarre!
That’s all. Just wondered what it would feel like to write before I woke up totally.
Now I know.
Finally working on that black red and white piece I started before I moved to this place 2 months ago. Yes, it has been two months, and I’m as unsettled as ever, if not moreso. Time for art.
Later……..
looking forward to seeing your black red & white piece …