I’m suffering from some sort of post-adrenalin slump. I think I shall be having an art free week. I’m going to read some trashy fiction, watch crap on tv, and listen over and over again to my two favourite new cds
Two very different albums:
Tom Waits – Bad as Me. Classic Tom, clever lyrics and strokes of musical genius. I think I love him. No matter how gruff and miserable he sounds, I always find myself smiling at his style, his skill and his eloquence.
Clem Snide – Your Favourite Music. This was one I used to listen to years ago, that was in my son’s collection, then he moved out and took it with him. It’s ages since I heard it, then decided to treat myself after Christmas. It is gentle, acoustic, beautifully written, a little bit country round the edges, but not enough to make me get my checked shirt out.
Tomorrow I’m going to my life drawing group for the first time since the middle of September, I stopped so I’d have extra time for the research project, so now I go back with a little trepidation. After such a break it’ll be dreadful i’m sure. You lose the knack really quickly if you have time away from it. Oh, this doesn’t count as art, it’s meditation/punishment, depending on the success of the outcome, and how hard it is to get it to look like you want it to.
