Aliens and Knitting
I went out for a couple of drinks last night and went to bed late, pondering in the darkness the three (work in progress) painting I had hung on the wall downstairs to evaluate, some promise but all falling short of the mark. That crocodile that other thing I am after, the words to say it, that expression, response. I imagined it bursting out of my chest like the alien in the film.
This morning with the school holidays starting tomorrow family coming for Christmas etc, I am thinking more practically about how to keep some work going over the next couple of weeks. I am planning on taking the knitting approach. When I was young I remember my mum always sitting in the evenings with some knitting or sewing on her lap. So I will do the same with some small lino cuts I have been planning. I just need to get the images drawn out onto the blocks and I can whittle away tray on lap with the family, tv on, glass of wine. I have found in the past working this way even if I only get 10 mins here and there work gets done.
I just hope my alien doesn’t burst out all over the living room and make mess on Christmas day, not that anyone would probably notice!
