I have no idea what happened to the last week of my life. Spring sprung? It’s easy to get distracted when the weather is nice. I made more collages but what I really need to do now is draw more in order to have more material for collages. I photographed a lot of oil stains on the road that I walk for exercise. Creating interesting organic shapes is not my strength so I try to find them instead. For a while I used Google Earth to fly over golf courses and borrow sand trap shapes. It’s oil stains for the foreseeable future. 

I fell down a hole into a bunch of art conservation videos. This one was my favorite. Every step of this looks satisfying:

At some point I have to do something substantial. Saturdays have been a studio day for the past 20 years. Rare occasions keep me from it. I look at my watch a lot when circumstances delay me. This weekend was not like that. I had something keep me away for about 4 hours and my reaction was, “Who cares? Ain’t nothing going on in there anyway.” That’s the spirit, champ.

I lost momentum somewhere, and momentum is everything. Momentum keeps you hooked on social media, but it also keeps meaningful pursuits in gear. I’ve conceded defeat on this front for another two weeks. It’ll swing back around. I was this way about 18 months ago and I got over it. It is difficult for me to get use to this pattern because I had about 15 years of uninterrupted productivity and then I jerked the carpet out from under my feet. Many days, I sit in the studio with a vision in my head and as I stand up to act on it, it vanishes, never to return. At that point, I sit down and think of this part of Raiders of the Lost Ark:

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I found this comment on a YouTube video. I forgot what video I was watching, not the art conservation one though. You’re right, Sam. If you need help, you let me know. You seem to think you missed something, and you know what? You did:

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Quote for the week:

“God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image…”

Mary Shelley, Frankenstein 

Currently reading:

In Xanadu- William Dalrymple

St. Augustine: City of God

The Book of Mark