My time for the past month has been spent either teaching or in a car or carving out studio time in 30-minute chunks. All I want right now is to finish one last still life drawing and change gears for a bit, but I might be two weeks away from finishing what should’ve been a one-week drawing.
I’ll try to write something over the next couple of months, but I don’t have the time for any long form efforts right now. I know. I know. You’re thinking, “What will I do with my Friday nights? That was ‘Bottle of wine and Rob’s blog night.’”
I’m about 1/3 of the way through the audiobook of Dostoevsky’s The Idiot. The past 90 minutes has been devoted to one scene. One scene. For 90 minutes. It’s a bit tedious but I’ll power through it. I don’t have time to read, but I do have time to be read to. This is a considerable change of pace from reading a Eudora Welty book in 4-5 hours over Labor Day weekend.
Dostoevsky would have been perfect for this time period of TV. He thinks you need every bit of information about a character and every little nuance should be fleshed out and justified in the reader’s mind. That ain’t my bag. I like unanswered questions and unexplained motivations. Let me do some work. Why is a character in The Idiot a nihilist? Keep reading. Fyodor will tell you. Why is Flea a nihilist in The Big Lebowski? Who knows? Who cares? He doesn’t even know. Not knowing doesn’t affect anything in a negative way.
Well, I do believe that the mechanic is coming to tell me that my oil is changed and the tires are rotated. Until next time…