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So, I already have described the lengths at which I go to ensure that I won't get up at the crack of dawn and maximize my productivity (see Day Two), but last night I truly outdid myself.
Shortly after I posted yesterday's blog, I was scooting over to my studio (I say scooting because I have hardwood floors and I was enjoying the swish-swish sound of sliding across them in my thigh high american apparel socks
WHEN I RAMMED MY TOE INTO A F*CKING BARBELL. So much for my New Years Resolution to run every day. After crying, screaming and admonishing the gods for their cruelty, I took about one dozen ibueprofen and seriously considering self medicating with shots of whiskey (Who ever said being old fashioned isn't fun?). Then, around midnight, I got into bed and embarked on the musical journey called "Whats your Raashee?", a three and a half hour Bollywood epic replete with overwhelmingly sentimental songs and dancing numbers.
So entranced was I by the intriguing story of a man who must find an astrologically suitable wife and get married in ten days in order to receive an inheritance from a grandfather that is strangely not dead yet, all so his brother isn't killed by guido look-a-likes in Mumbai...that I did not get to sleep until 3. And according to my plan for ultimate productivity, I was scheduled to be up and painting by 8 am.
Needless to say, that did not happen.
Now, down to business. After being distracted for most of the day by things like laundry, lifesucking online games (Scramble), dog walks, and a delicious bagel with cream cheese, I finally got down to business and guess what? I finished a painting.
Here it is :
(please note that some of the lighter values on the painting are really just light reflecting off of wet paint)
Sure, I worked on it for about twenty hours before I started this blog, but lets leave the scorekeeping to David.
Shortly after I posted yesterday's blog, I was scooting over to my studio (I say scooting because I have hardwood floors and I was enjoying the swish-swish sound of sliding across them in my thigh high american apparel socks
WHEN I RAMMED MY TOE INTO A F*CKING BARBELL. So much for my New Years Resolution to run every day. After crying, screaming and admonishing the gods for their cruelty, I took about one dozen ibueprofen and seriously considering self medicating with shots of whiskey (Who ever said being old fashioned isn't fun?). Then, around midnight, I got into bed and embarked on the musical journey called "Whats your Raashee?", a three and a half hour Bollywood epic replete with overwhelmingly sentimental songs and dancing numbers.So entranced was I by the intriguing story of a man who must find an astrologically suitable wife and get married in ten days in order to receive an inheritance from a grandfather that is strangely not dead yet, all so his brother isn't killed by guido look-a-likes in Mumbai...that I did not get to sleep until 3. And according to my plan for ultimate productivity, I was scheduled to be up and painting by 8 am.
Needless to say, that did not happen.
Now, down to business. After being distracted for most of the day by things like laundry, lifesucking online games (Scramble), dog walks, and a delicious bagel with cream cheese, I finally got down to business and guess what? I finished a painting.
Here it is :
(please note that some of the lighter values on the painting are really just light reflecting off of wet paint)
Sure, I worked on it for about twenty hours before I started this blog, but lets leave the scorekeeping to David.
