i had a bit of a depressing day thursday; i dutifully got up for my morning run but did not do a good job timing the running versus going to the loo parts of the morning, and spent most of the run needing desperately to poo but obviously couldn't because i was, well, running, and then no pilates because the mistress of the pilates video decreed that thursdays are her day off from having to exercise. i felt like a junkie whose dealer suddenly stops returning phone calls. drawing class was good; we had one long pose (three hours) and i did the drawing i posted this morning (kind of a treat to have so much time for one). then i burnt my lunch and it was all downhill from there - painting in the afternoon was horrible horrible. i don't know what was going on, but i just hit a wall; i would stare blankly at a bit of the model up on the model stand, nothing, nothing, nothing, and finally my brain would go, "um, ochrey with maybe a bit of pink and white?" and i would put a blob of paint on the canvas and it would look all wrong, but my brain would have frozen up again. all wrong. i ended up spending the last forty-five minutes of class just painting and repainting the blue background in order to look busy. blech. 'orrible.
thursday night was make-your-own pizza buffet night, and (in addition to overwhelming amounts of pizza, some edible and some not) there were quantities of red wine and some sour apple liqueur (one of my secret weaknesses. well, not so secret after i have had a couple of glasses, i guess) and i cheered up a bit with food and company, (nice long chat with M about his emigration to new zealand; he is excited b/c his wife and daughter will be arriving for a visit soon).
today was a bit better - i had a good run this morning (i am just about to the point where i can run, albeit very slowly, for half an hour without really having to think about it, which is an improvement), and then bus to thouars for market day. i was still in a bit of a funk, so i decided to let myself have whatever i wanted. olives? sure. artichokes? only fifty cents each! no problem. a pair of shoes from the ten-euro shoe stall? go for it. a pain au raisin at ten thirty in the morning, to be eaten as i walk around in the sunshine, even though i already had breakfast and it is megatacky to eat on the street in france? i ate with my head held high and crumbs everywhere. it was great. grapefruit? absolutely. strawberries, even though they are ludicrously expensive? you can have a punnet. my favourite was the guy from whom i bought a mini log of chevre, who spent about ten minutes wrapping it in wax paper for me with the same amount of care as you would expect with the purchase of a diamond necklace, singing bapbapbapbap to himself the whole time.
in the afternoon, i finished my master copy of the dauphin baby (hooray!) and went for a long walk to take advantage of the sunshine while it lasts. L cooked a chinese dinner tonight for a little group of us (with a very unchinese argentais cream puffy thing from the bakery for dessert), and it was very reassuring to hear that everyone had a rotten day painting on thursday. MC also told us the story of the zombie rabbit,which is mainly entertaining for the imitation that goes along with it (i will post pics next week, indescribable in words).
the challenge for tomorrow is bounded by an ethical quandary; do i do my semi-official painting homework ('if you have never painted an egg, do that this weekend') or do i get a start on my next master copy. i am extremeley not excited about painting an egg, and could easily lie ('eggs? i've painted hundreds in my day! all kinds of eggs. teach your grandmother to paint eggs!'), semi-lie (i have after all decorated plenty of easter eggs over the years), or just buckle down and do the homework. (although i asked MC what a suitable amount of time to devote to painting an egg might be, and was horrified to hear, "oh, i dunno. three weeks?") these artist people, they are not like me. there is a rumour floating around that tony ryder once spent two weeks drawing a toe.
okay, i am going to post this before the network crashes on me again...
love to all!
today was a bit better - i had a good run this morning (i am just about to the point where i can run, albeit very slowly, for half an hour without really having to think about it, which is an improvement), and then bus to thouars for market day. i was still in a bit of a funk, so i decided to let myself have whatever i wanted. olives? sure. artichokes? only fifty cents each! no problem. a pair of shoes from the ten-euro shoe stall? go for it. a pain au raisin at ten thirty in the morning, to be eaten as i walk around in the sunshine, even though i already had breakfast and it is megatacky to eat on the street in france? i ate with my head held high and crumbs everywhere. it was great. grapefruit? absolutely. strawberries, even though they are ludicrously expensive? you can have a punnet. my favourite was the guy from whom i bought a mini log of chevre, who spent about ten minutes wrapping it in wax paper for me with the same amount of care as you would expect with the purchase of a diamond necklace, singing bapbapbapbap to himself the whole time.
in the afternoon, i finished my master copy of the dauphin baby (hooray!) and went for a long walk to take advantage of the sunshine while it lasts. L cooked a chinese dinner tonight for a little group of us (with a very unchinese argentais cream puffy thing from the bakery for dessert), and it was very reassuring to hear that everyone had a rotten day painting on thursday. MC also told us the story of the zombie rabbit,which is mainly entertaining for the imitation that goes along with it (i will post pics next week, indescribable in words).
the challenge for tomorrow is bounded by an ethical quandary; do i do my semi-official painting homework ('if you have never painted an egg, do that this weekend') or do i get a start on my next master copy. i am extremeley not excited about painting an egg, and could easily lie ('eggs? i've painted hundreds in my day! all kinds of eggs. teach your grandmother to paint eggs!'), semi-lie (i have after all decorated plenty of easter eggs over the years), or just buckle down and do the homework. (although i asked MC what a suitable amount of time to devote to painting an egg might be, and was horrified to hear, "oh, i dunno. three weeks?") these artist people, they are not like me. there is a rumour floating around that tony ryder once spent two weeks drawing a toe.
okay, i am going to post this before the network crashes on me again...
love to all!
1 comment:
idea:
SATURDAY(oops, too late):
give yourself one hour. spend an eggy hour. hate it.
then: reward yourself with lunch. yum, lunch.
then: reward yourself with master copy work. yum, master coy.
SUNDAY:
give yourself one hour. do a cool boxy egg in the style of your nudes, if only because daisy is really curious about how it would look and think you would kill it and that it would be incredibly cool. try it! i want to see!
then: reward yourself for an hour well done by starting your master copy thing.
then: donkey. yum, donkey!
i saw a history channel show the other day about fungi that eat the bodies of insects. some of the fungi actually flower (e.g. grow mushroom spikes) out of the insect bodies. yum, fuzzy fungussy insects!
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