I just finished up a commissioned piece that I’ve been working on for the past 4 weeks, and I’m packaging it up today to ship off in the morning. It’s a bitter sweet feeling. I’ve grown accustom to seeing it in my studio every day, so it will be a bit hard to let it go, knowing I’ll never see it again.
Once I have it packed up, and ready to go to the post office, I’ll be taking some time off. It’s been forever since I’ve had a couple hours to myself, let alone a whole day off.
I’m such a workaholic that the thought of an entire day off practically breaks me out in hives. What will I do with myself? I have no idea. Art used to be my hobby, and then it shifted into a 7 day a week, 12 to 16 hours a day JOB. I have no idea how that happened, but I hit a wall a few days ago.
I’m physically, and mentally drained. Completely exhausted. My usually overactive, creative brain has turned itself off. I’m due for a bit of downtime, and maybe even some fun.
Hope you have a wonderful Sunday. I’ll see you after I’ve rested up a bit.
PS: I’m not going to unplug completely. I’ll still be available to package any paintings, and ship them out from my shop. I’ll probably also pop onto social media now and then. Oh, heck..I’ll probably only take the afternoon off..who am I kidding? I can’t stay away. I’m addicted to art. Please, I beg you, send help. Cure me from this disease.
My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.