The onerous weight of a blank canvas
Back home after a mixed media course in Sydney and I feel the spectre of the blank canvas goading me. Just checked my schedule and I need to be very prolific over the next few weeks if I am going to make my February 6 deadline.
Feel like I’ve been going through a manic phase and today anything and everything is distracting me – our puppy, hots cups of tea, even searching for my new 2012 calendar which I seem to have misplaced.
Today I need to start the forensic canvas about the car sound deadener that was confused in tests for baby’s blood. I feel like if I write this, then I’ll be obligated to do it.