OVERWORKING IS BAD FOR THE HEALTH
all work and no play makes luthien a dull dull girl indeed.
i've been stretching -- koreksyon daw, spreading myself too thin this week (but it does not make me thin at all, shucks!) and been working myself to the ground. would be covering for a colleague for two months on top of my regular load since she's somewhere now freezing her ass off in germany for some training (wish to be in her place...*sigh*). my back is aching and my neck and shoulders are made of knotted muscles.
i need some diversion, aside from surfing the net (geeky, i know).
i would be painting!
yes, oil painting. Other Half bought me a set of oil colors (he wubs me!) i'm going back to my original preoccupation, THE original preoccupation i had before i decided i would be a writer of some sort. i'm not really good at it since i don't have any formal training and never attempted to have one. i guess i didn't have the means then in highschool plus i knew i would suck at it. plus there were no ready oil canvases at that time in the province so i was stuck with watercolors. some of them still hang around our house in the province... yes, these are the artworks only a mother could love.
i had always been delusional. i had delusions that i was a visual artist. trying hard. but oh, what the heck! i'm happy when i am doing something "artistic" since i could release my tension and express myself. you could say that writing is still self-expression but really, what i do everyday is far from being what you call an art. my daily writing job is like working in some lab: confined and exact. like science. or something.
that's why i could appreciate my nephews' penchant for drawing stuff with a pencil on a piece of paper. or rather PAPERS. at least they could express themselves. i used to do that a lot when i was a kid. i would do watercolors a lot of times and post them on the door of our old house. until highschool ha. i would copy the artworks of the masters from our encyclopedia of art. my favorite was renoir.
oohh. i'm itching to start now.
i've been stretching -- koreksyon daw, spreading myself too thin this week (but it does not make me thin at all, shucks!) and been working myself to the ground. would be covering for a colleague for two months on top of my regular load since she's somewhere now freezing her ass off in germany for some training (wish to be in her place...*sigh*). my back is aching and my neck and shoulders are made of knotted muscles.
i need some diversion, aside from surfing the net (geeky, i know).
i would be painting!
yes, oil painting. Other Half bought me a set of oil colors (he wubs me!) i'm going back to my original preoccupation, THE original preoccupation i had before i decided i would be a writer of some sort. i'm not really good at it since i don't have any formal training and never attempted to have one. i guess i didn't have the means then in highschool plus i knew i would suck at it. plus there were no ready oil canvases at that time in the province so i was stuck with watercolors. some of them still hang around our house in the province... yes, these are the artworks only a mother could love.
i had always been delusional. i had delusions that i was a visual artist. trying hard. but oh, what the heck! i'm happy when i am doing something "artistic" since i could release my tension and express myself. you could say that writing is still self-expression but really, what i do everyday is far from being what you call an art. my daily writing job is like working in some lab: confined and exact. like science. or something.
that's why i could appreciate my nephews' penchant for drawing stuff with a pencil on a piece of paper. or rather PAPERS. at least they could express themselves. i used to do that a lot when i was a kid. i would do watercolors a lot of times and post them on the door of our old house. until highschool ha. i would copy the artworks of the masters from our encyclopedia of art. my favorite was renoir.
oohh. i'm itching to start now.
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