This birthday-Thanksgiving corridor has been blissfully relaxed. I was spoiled by my family and my squeeze. We made a non-traditional, luxurious holiday dinner of shrimp scampi, rested and chillaxed.
|Slanty City. Sketching on tracing paper over a |
In my crazy effort to live this mashed-up life as an artist, writer/blogger and full-time, biotech-industry career woman, I know that I overfill my days. I get up at five am to do CrossFit bootcamp and I jog on my off days. It's like I'm racing to fit it all in.
|Painting small watercolor backgrounds for new embroideries.|
And I think I know why. I spent so many years at the mercy of my insecurities, unable to take the leap to focus on my artwork. Too unsure of my abilities to attempt to write about art. I feel like I'm making up for lost time. I want more time, more life.
|Bull City Xmas. Thinking about how to turn this|
Hardscrabble Wondrous image into a holiday card.
But this pace takes its toll on me. I've felt out of gas lately. Part of it is a chronic problem with pernicious anemia that is out of whack at the moment. But part of it is that I've probably taken on too much. That's why this little break has been so restorative. I've slept for 11-12 hours every night. I feel like I'm slowly regaining my energy.
|Relaxing painting, with my sketchbook nearby.|
I'm very excited about my upcoming Inspired to Stitch column, coming out on Tuesday on Mr X Stitch. Please check into the site to read my interview with an edgy, wildly talented artist from New England.
|My monthly artist interview for Mr X Stitch runs on the first Tuesday.|
For now, I'm exploring a new piece I'm calling Slanty City, that emerged from my sketchbook. And I'm luxuriating in rest. So luscious.