I was actually annoyed at taking time to do the daily drawing today. That hasn’t happened too often, but I’ve had an attitude shift since taking February off. I think this is a decent depiction of my irritation.
The mood is compounded by my sense that the bountiful studio time I’ve had during the lockdown year is about to be broken up and broken into by the demands of a re-opening world. I am definitely worried about being able to hold my ground, so that I can keep doing this arty noodling which makes me so happy and content. It also coincides with the warmer weather, when the demands of house projects and garden eat into my art time. Then the days never seem long enough, and the things I want to do or have promised to do begin to crowd and jostle each other, and try to make their voices heard over all the other voices. In my dreams I would have them be a fine chorus singing in harmony, but usually it’s more like a shouting mob.
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I can relate. I had endless time to be creative the past year it seems and now I’m wondering how I do that, get the sink fixed, put the laundry away, clean the kitchen and get to outdoor yoga class on time, which ironically is supposed to be relaxing. On the positive side with more daylight and warm weather I can spend less time putting on layers to go — and gardening and walking to yoga class also bring me happiness and contentment once I get on my way!