So, for the last five days, my life has consisted solely and completely for my major works.
Which is fair enough, I really should spend more time with them.
However, as my sister has spent the past 2 days at a friend's house, and my parents work, the house has been empty bar the ever-faithful Jasper who likes to sleep either a) on my feet b) directly behind my feet c) in between my easel and paint station.
As such, in addition to tripping ever 5 minutes over the fat, brown lump that is my beloved hound, I have come to certain realisations about myself as a person, realisations that, I feel, will only become more stubbornly ingrained as I journey from middle-aged teenager to applecheeked spinster.
1) I am not really a 'people person'. In fact, if it's a choice between mindless chitchat with a neighbour and ducking behind a curtain and freezing out of sight for 60 seconds I will choose the latter...four times.
In fact, I'm not 100% sure why I converse with people irl...aside from the fact that I love them...but the microwave/radio/kettle/floor board never backchats.
2) I take the Lord's name in vain...a lot.
Some might say in excess of required blasphemery but I consider it to be a vital part of day to day life.
In fact, I can get through a 3 hours time slot saying nothing to anyone but calling the easel Jesus a lot.
I think this improved our relationship actually.
3) I talk to my paintings. And by 'talk' I mean insult. And by 'insult' I mean narrate bitterly.
What's that Burnt Umber? You want to meld water droplets with Sand Yellow? Well I don't fricking think so...oh, you're going to blur pointlessly? Really? You're really going to do that? Bastard.
4) I am very attached to my rituals.
...something I'll cover another time.
5) I am actually a cynical old woman.
This isn't a surprise for most people, but I will admit, leaning over a canvas for 8 FRICKING HOURS and forgetting to straighten left me with a rather stiff back. As such, I am bent over like Sophie Post-Witch of the Waste and am eagerly awaiting the arrival of a Flying Castle.
5b) That would actually be made of wn.
I could totally put up with inanimate backchat from Calcifer!
6) Unless someone reminds me to, I will actually forget to do normal human things like eating and drinking between my backaches, blasphemery and painting...they take up a lot of my time.
As such, I predict that I will become one of those alienating author-ish types that talk only to the characters in their heads and slowly die of starvation in some shuttered New York appartment...I'm strangely ok with this :/
This is a Happy image from Ponyo On the Cliff which everyone should watch at least 17 times in their life.
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