Each day is something new.
Today I learnt something fun about canvases that there are rougher sides to it which are impossible to paint on unless you prime them with gesso, something I'm not currently using and so armed without this knowledge I made a rather tedious outline of a foliage-rich drawing and as I began painting on it I realized that it wasn't catching the paints the same way my other drawings did and though I did feel the canvas a bit scratchy while making the initial sketch I didn't realize that this could be a point of contention too because the paints went on irregularly.
It felt like painting a road full of potholes where the paint just won't sink into the holes and the starkness of the holes showed through the paint and it looked horrible.
So that's a good hour of drawing wasted combined with another of trying to upload a new blog post on the food blog which just isn't loading and I feel a bit betrayed by today because now it's evening, I've barely had time to myself and soon It'll be time to cook dinner and I didn't even get started with today and sometimes..just sometimes I couldn't be bothered with domesticity.
I want it all and more. I want more time to be with me and finish things that need doing, just once I don't want to follow my routine which sinks its needle fangs into me even while I try to shirk it off, I want to not bother myself with the usual after glancing at the clock, I don't want to live inside of a time table and gods I want better internet, more cognizance and a will to better.
Please..I'm fucking crying here.
Today I learnt something fun about canvases that there are rougher sides to it which are impossible to paint on unless you prime them with gesso, something I'm not currently using and so armed without this knowledge I made a rather tedious outline of a foliage-rich drawing and as I began painting on it I realized that it wasn't catching the paints the same way my other drawings did and though I did feel the canvas a bit scratchy while making the initial sketch I didn't realize that this could be a point of contention too because the paints went on irregularly.
It felt like painting a road full of potholes where the paint just won't sink into the holes and the starkness of the holes showed through the paint and it looked horrible.
So that's a good hour of drawing wasted combined with another of trying to upload a new blog post on the food blog which just isn't loading and I feel a bit betrayed by today because now it's evening, I've barely had time to myself and soon It'll be time to cook dinner and I didn't even get started with today and sometimes..just sometimes I couldn't be bothered with domesticity.
I want it all and more. I want more time to be with me and finish things that need doing, just once I don't want to follow my routine which sinks its needle fangs into me even while I try to shirk it off, I want to not bother myself with the usual after glancing at the clock, I don't want to live inside of a time table and gods I want better internet, more cognizance and a will to better.
Please..I'm fucking crying here.
