|Working on some circular-ish drawings|
|New art supplies|
|Stairway to heaven drawing|
|Unimpressed '60s ski lodge Queen in the laundry outfit.|
|David McDiarmid magnet from the National Gallery Victoria gift shop|
|Breakfast in Carlton by myself on Monday drinking out of a jar pretending I'm cool|
|Rainbow connection on Monday|
|Infinity drink cards for me at Westspace on Tuesday|
|Pamela playing at Westspace|
|My safari outfit combination today|
I had a good conversation with my Dad this morning before work about what I'm going to do for the project. I really like talking to my Dad about my 'career' most of the time because he knows what he is talking about as a creative person, as a business person, and as someone who has my best interests at heart. My family are (...pretty much) the only people I listen to for advice about my work, and, well, anything. With a lot going on at the moment, those conversations with various members of my family truly make me believe everything will be a-okay. A little bit of re-enforcement never goes astray, not that I look for it - but when it's there, I'm grateful.
Hmm. This week has been good so far. It's Thursday night now and I'm preparing for a weekend of painting painting and more painting. This week I've done a variety of things including singing at the Westspace fundraiser, rehearsal with Pamela, Sunday Funday at Sircuit to see a drag show, working, spending over my card limit on art supplies, a few glasses of wine, hand holding, giggling nervously and strange encounters.
I don't quite know how I feel at the moment, because I'm squashing my feelings in favor of thinking about my art. Experience tells me this is probably not good. Maybe there's just no space for my feelings, or maybe my feelings have been there all along disguised in what I'm making.