five thousand shades of blue
Wednesday, February 06, 2002
I was leafing though a book borrowed from my friend Erika --
Art and Fear -- and felt profoundly fraudulent as an artist. She had highlighted passages like "don't be afraid to produce crap as it will only lead to your best work" (ok, paraphrased) and other similar bon mots with exclamation points and heavy pencil circles... passages that, for the most part made me say, "Well, of
course." Actually, let me amend that: I'm either hugely fraudulent, or the "Nothing is Precious" mantra from my freshman year art class with good old Gary has stuck with me all too well. Maybe there was something to the book that I missed by not reading the entire thing.
Right now, things are about as anti-magical as they come. Found out that the Software Company we've been waiting to get word from started interviewing last Thursday. This of course doesn't mean they won't
still call, but it sure feels less likely. I hate this treading water business, waiting for something to come along and let me push myself out of the depths.
Of course, along with all of this, the hazelnut trees have decided to start pushing out their pollen-producing tendrils. I, or course, am sensitive to this, and have had a non-stop headache for a couple of days now. Add to that a sore wrist and a still-backlogged workload...
is
this just not enough…?
