Ranting

  It's been quite a week. Hospital stay, doctor visits. Somehow I feel worse than I did when I started. I've finished the work on my studio, which, ironically, has slowed the work IN my studio. I've been off work from my day job for ten days. I thought I'd have more to show for it, but I suppose that's way too much to ask. The more I do this, the more stuff pops up in my way to slow me down. I guess as long as it doesn't stop me I'm good. Every once in a while I wonder what it's like to be a regular 9 to 5 guy. Work, go home to the family, BBQ on the weekends, vacation, and what ever else is involved (I've only seen it from the outside). Would I be happier? Probably not. Would I be less frustrated? Maybe. I'm really not sure, but sometimes when all the shit piles up I can't help but wonder.
  I do have some new ideas. My art supplies are readily accessible. I got a new lava lamp. I have live plants in my studio. All in all, I'm in pretty good shape. Doug from years ago would be impressed. Future Doug will probably be sympathetic. I'm just frustrated at my lack of measurable progress. I wonder if I'm posting too much pf my artwork. I seem to be getting less feedback. Maybe I should just log off and paint. And draw. And start that new sketchbook idea.