Truth is I have been busy. A few weeks ago I decided to write all of the things I needed to get done on little post its....and post them on my studio wall. I combed through my emails, plucking neglected paying jobs from it's murky depths. Let's just say it was a bit frightening to see. I had an urge to cover up the little yellow notes when my other half walked in. He does not know what I do all day, as it changes depending on this and that, and to actually see what jobs lie ahead of me rather surprised him. But not as much as it surprised me. They stared at me and I swear their little corners curled to point at me as I walked by. After a few days of complete artistic shut down and panic I dove right in. I started with commissions. Or I finished commissions. Whichever way you want to look at it. Then I headed into the more tedious jobs, jobs that are fun, but usually cause major brain wrecking. One by one the little yellow slips of paper came down.
I am thinking never again to buy post its.....
This weekend I am flying into the city, to pick up art supplies, shop for our dogs, buy a rifle, drop off caribou meat.....the usual and unusual. I held off as long as possible to make this trip. I knew I would have to leave here eventually to endure K-mart, parallel parking and hand sanitizer. We save up gobs of money to shop and stock up on necessities that we will need for a few months, I both hate it and enjoy it at the same time. I enjoy sleeping in a hotel room with fast internet, I enjoy driving a car again, I enjoy gathering goods like a penguin gathers stones for his nest. But I am going to miss this place for even a few days, miss the annoying dogs, miss seeing the mountains change moods.
I woke up one morning, one of the pups had gotten loose and the others were barking in their frustration. Other than that the world was completely silent. I trudged outside pulling on my slippers and heavy coat and clicked me tongue to get the pups to calm. It took me a few moments to realize that the sun was rising. I could hear it.
All around me the world was covered in hoar frost.
I sat there with the pups, watching this beautiful and most fragile finery disappear. When it got bright enough I went in and grabbed my camera to capture the fleeting moment.