well it's a wet drizzly day in seattle--the likes of which we haven't seen for a long time ...
only the birds are truly happy today as they flitter about the back yard from feeder to feeder, knowing that the neighborhood cats are sleeping ... they can splash in the puddles to their hearts content ... knowing no furred creature would hazard a trek outdoors today ...
after a lovely weekend ...
i am knee deep in felted sweaters and collages ... my stomach lurches every time i wander past the dining room ... the dining room table looks like a paper shredder lost its mind and regurgitated the past years worth of offerings ...
even the floor is beginning to take on the appearance of a printing house floor ...
despite being 39 collages deep in a requisitie set of 50, i'm still not quite sure exactly where i'm headed with mine ...
but, in the meantime, i keep cutting and pasting, flipping through old magazines and art books ...
and the dishes keep piling up, the laundry is calling out from the hampers ...
pets are feeling unloved, workouts are being skipped ...
emails are being ignored ...
meals are haphazard ...
hair is limp and lifeless ...
no wonder artists have that slightly wonky off-kilter personality ...
their fingers are glued together, they are wearing yesterday's bloomers and they are surrounded by starving dependants ...
maybe in my next life, i'll come back as a cat ...
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