I'm using acrylic paint in my journal this week, because this paper just doesn't give watercolour justice.
As an aside: Some of my video posts are going to be a bit broken or strange because of a music issue. I specifically search out royalty-free music for my videos, either from Incompetech or FMA. Since youtube uses robots to brush off all involvement on the issue of copyright, one song that I occasionally use is being "claimed" by some company. I worried that it was an issue with FMA, that maybe the artist of the song isn't really the artist at all, except that this company claims that this song is actually three completely different songs. How can one song match four titles? Well, it probably can't and the whole situation is probably a scam claim to make quick cash.
Because I can't easily replace the audio or even mute it, some of my videos are broken, deleted or hidden. Probably forever. Sorry about that. I won't stop making videos, but I will probably stick to Incompetech from now on. Or complete silence. Not even original audio is safe, according to this account of a company claiming rights to the incidental recording of birds in a yard. Yes, a person could record my voice, upload it to youtube's robots and claim ownership of my voice to make money off of me, if he wanted. Great system.
I suppose it's lucky that days are passing extraordinarily quickly; these days seem so unwieldy and huge. My workplace suffered a violent event last week, and adjusting to the sudden extreme understaffing and rock-bottom morale feels a bit like someone flipped the table on this board game. It's been a long while since my future, our future, has felt so... uncertain.
Home life is a wonderful touchstone. No matter how crazy and impossible my day gets, as soon as I get home I know my kitties will be sweet and snuggly, my husband will put up with my stories and Netflix will show some kind of movie to replace real life for a couple of hours before sleep happens and it all starts over again.
My point is, I've been busy. I've let inspiration fall through the cracks. I have a job to do, here. I'm here to illustrate a story for children. Big projects seem so big, and when they seem so big, I stare up at them in awe and a little bit of dread. I spend more time staring than I do finishing!
How do you find motivation when your day has been so hectic and crazy and all you want to do is lay down and pretend to be someone else for just a little while?
I'm at least halfway through this project now. All I have to do is sit down and start the pencil sketch, and after that, the act of painting seems so easy-going. It's doing that first sitting down and planning that is so important and tricky.
What's your trick? Scheduling a time? Dragging in a friend? Setting a daily routine? Playing music? I'm curious.
Hello! I'm Melissa, and here you'll find some behind-the-scenes footage of an artful life. Won't you join me?