Thursday, May 8, 2008

The Diary of an Old Artist

Yes I am working, honest. Up at 5.30, damn it, from too much sleep, to talk to you. Walk the doglet and enjoy the company of the kidlet while he gets himself ready for school. Read the paper from cover to cover, even the careers and I'm way past a career apart from maybe into a bank(dirt!) from my poor eyesight. Breakfast with Denise where she tells me again to get my hair cut and we make momentous decisions about the day. By this time it's almost lunchtime so I kick the cats and proceed to the studio, cut my first piece of wood and it's time for leftovers again (including the dregs of wine!) followed by a nana nap because I rose too early and wine has that sleep effect then down to the studio but now it's time for a cup of tea and banana cake and the kidlet is back from school with all the news of what he learnt (not!) and walk the noisy, hairy thing and it's getting cold I must light the fire and it's so nice staring into the flames and dinner and a movie and I'm so tired from such a busy day I've got to go to bed to get up and do it all over again.
Sigh.... exit left

9 comments:

human being said...

Talk about sarcasm!
Don't be so harsh on yourself...
This is the transitional period... That's why it feels so dumb and meaningless...
Little by little you find your new shape...
You've started it already...
The change on your blog is so positive... the color... the header... the new order... all show you have a positive and determined mind...
And the future is all about those beautiful artworks in the header...
Your artworks are very unique and full of life...
I've loved them since the very first time i came here...
They have innovative forms and human content same as your poetry...
Now you are changing the world in a new way...
Happy you are sharing them with us...

chook said...

Damn, it was an attempt at humour and you saw right through it!
My mind is better every day after sharing it with so many people.
I've come to the point with the art works whether or not to replace my beautiful family there is no more room1 (another weak attempt at humour)
Thanks for all your positive comments, I look forward to them

Lynn said...

;-) You lucky dog you, with a Denise and a kidlet and a hairy thing to walk around the block...

enjoy your art-ing
enjoy your eat-ing

laugh and live and enjoy!

chook said...

Welcome Lynn, luck has nothing to do with it apart from being born a middle class NZer.
Love your quilts.I make collages and teach the medium at our local art school with similar results

human being said...

when we share
we care more
we dare more...

L.M.Noonan said...

A kind of kiwi version of the diary of an old aussie artist. My commiserations.

chook said...

....HB maybe
When we care
We share more
We bare more

....LM ahhhhh! you understand.

human being said...

hmmmm...
and
when we bare more
perhaps
can bear more...

chook said...

ohhhh.....
Can a bear
Understand
Your stare