Top surgery journal #2: my thought process was "heehee they took my tits" and I was so happy about that I couldn't stop laughing but suddenly I realized it was thanks to my surgical team that I was happy so I NEEDED to thank my nurse RIGHT THEN but I was still too high to figure out how to do that
I would like to set some intentions with this space.
Track productivity progress
Analyze trending in thoughts/mood/creative direction/aesthetic draw over time.
Daily journaling without length or explicit content direction
General thoughts and feelings
Genuine authenticity
Photo tracker of daily life without aesthetic expectations
What this page is not for.
Conformity into one particular group or aesthetic
Social media time sink
Chasing followers
These qualities may change over time. However, my outlined list will show how I intend to operate in this space. I am anxious about signing up for yet another social media platform (after coming back to the site after the blog days of my youth.) I want this space to fulfill my appreciation for timeline-based reflection and desire to post photos- these qualities contrast with how I use Instagram, which is automatic, addicted, and unfulfilling.
As a productivity tracker I would like to set each day with what I accomplished, how I feel, and what I would like to accomplish the next day. These tasks should follow the SMART guidelines.
Specific Measurable Attainable Realistic Timely
Tomorrow for official day one of 100 Days of productivity, I would like to…
Complete the video edits for the Printmaking studio’s website.
I'm releasing a new art newsletter! This is an excerpt:
In July, I was visited by more demons than usual, the ones that tell you there's too much art, not enough money, joy, or time, but instead of comforting them, I just let them kick around and empty our fridge. I distracted myself by doubling my gig work hours for half the pay, binging Grey's Anatomy, reading books, sewing calendars, anything other than attending my thoughts.
Usually, I use our annual camping trip as a personal art retreat, challenging myself to complete an art project, such as writing a story or filling a sketchbook, but this year, I didn't feel like drawing at all. I forced myself to sketch the usual birds, but what I was really interested in were abandoned still objects, like broken trestles, dead cars, and piles of yard clutter overgrown with wildflowers.
I didn't consider why until I got the chance to chat with my cousin over an iced coffee. From her outsider perspective, my little life was something interesting that was doing well, while me, shoulders deep in the demons, could only see it as something tenuous and scary. We can both be right!
Perhaps these sketches were reflecting how I was feeling as a regular person - a little lonely, useless, overgrown and forgotten by time. I enjoy drawing these pretty vignettes that were made by accident, leaving evidence of somebody else's story. I draw junk piles because I think they're interesting, yet they only exist because people discarded them. Two complete opposite perspectives of the same thing, yet both are equally true.
It was Tara Leaver's blog that personified the negative thoughts into individual demons, and I loved the idea so much, that I finally sat down for a quick session of play. I've been drawing myself as a little white cat lately, which is useful for quick expression. Me with my well-meaning demons, my hands ablaze with the worst pain I've had in years. Ouch!
When it comes to creativity, negative feelings can be as useful as anything else. They usually inspire my favourite paintings!
Expression through art is instantly rewarding, even if it's just a poor sketch, and if done a certain way, it can sometimes transform the demons into something brighter.
But I do have to take the time to acknowledge them first.
And maybe have more friendly chats over iced coffee.
Working on a new painting and I'm obsessed already ahhhhhhh. It's turning out EXACTLY like I wanted it to. Will probably finish it this week. Maybe even today. Although I'm quite busy today so maybe not. 🎨