Two eggs short ...

I had thought I would write a witty post this week

but kept coming up dry

I tried coming up with a post with all sorts of eggcelent puns

seeing as I painted eggs in a carton

but my brain was fried or scrambled or something and it was just too tough a shell to crack

and yes there is only ten in the carton rather than the normal twelve

but I started drawing it and started a bit big and ran out of paper so we are two eggs short

it has been a bit of a two eggs short type of day it turns out ...

This is my desk earlier

I decided to lay out some of the unfinished work to choose what to finish off

and then I ran out of desk

this isn't even counting the unfinished work in my sketchbooks

of which I have 6 going at the moment... yes you read that right

and we won't discuss the 5 unfinished canvases, the Documented Life Project journal

the 4 outlines of tea cups I have drawn up and waiting for paint 

for the Cuppa With Friends project

or the fifty squillion emails I owe

I have tipped over into truly scary territory in the unfinished stakes

and yes that is a mug with George Clooney on it holding some pens

cool right... his mug even looks good on a mug

I should blame the unfinished on that distracting me perhaps

bloody George stopping me from working by gazing at me all gorgeous like

So faced with this table full of unfinished do I get in and finish something off

no sirree ... I go into the kitchen to make a cuppa to focus the brain 

which is an unmitigated disaster because I get distracted

and I draw up some kitchen utensils and add a bit of colour to them

I followed this with another drawing of a few more utensils which I didn't finish

so not only did I not lessen my unfinished pile

I actually added to it

at which point I decided to abandon any thoughts of making headway on the pile of drawings

and cruised over to Facebook to distract myself

and remembered that my nephew and his partners had their big opening day for Eskimoyo

which has to be the coolest and yummiest fro yo store in all of Brisvegas

and everyone should pop in when they are in town and indulge in the yumminess

which is of course a shameless attempt at garnering a free tub when we call in

but even if I come up two eggs short on the freebie

I am still insanely proud of him... pretty cool at the tender age of 20

or is it 21... dear god I am a shocking aunt!!!!

happy painting all...xx

Bloody Fairies ...

It would appear that my lazy arsed cleaning fairies snuck in one night

while I was asleep and kidnapped my creative mojo

I suspect they have it out on the town somewhere doing who knows what

to who knows whom, and basically causing no end of trouble

bloody fairies.... nothing but trouble from day one

Of course it could be that the fairies are completely innocent

And there are other reasons for my mojo taking an unscheduled breather

But it is more fun to continue to wage war

on those unreliable sods that never turn up to do the cleaning

I do like to have a good reason for my mojo deserting me so that I don't get too introspective and start thinking it may be me... I relish my status as a shallow pond and have no intention of getting into deep and meaningfuls of any sort

After all it couldn't be that Phantom Steve has started uni and that has required  a couple of weeks of changing schedules and timetables, plus having her coming and going is doing the dogs head in...poor thing doesn't know what is going on ...

Plus I have started radiation and am two weeks in with four to go, and while it is in no way anywhere near as debilitating as chemo, it is kinda annoying

 I am managing to nail the landings off the machine bed thingy every day though there have been some close calls and it is only a matter of time before it all goes horribly wrong 

Of course while lying there last night being zapped I did consider that perhaps all that study I did for my masters majoring in creativity theory may have been wrong and rather than my brain governing my creative decision making processes perhaps my creativity is in fact centred in my armpit, or poor lefty, and the zapping by the radiation was frying my creativity

A bit of a slightly alarming thing to consider I know, but it made perfect sense at the time

This every week day thing for treatment is messing with our already messy schedules which reside in our messy house... Which is messy because the bloody fairies did a bunk months ago... See it all comes back to them... 

So what have I done while my muse is off partying ..... I tried to kick start it by not thinking too much about images or anything like that and just get something onto paper

So this week is all about repeated images... I used these four teacups for one of the weeks of the Documented Life Project journal and liked them so I decided to use them again ... and again... and put them on a notebook ... and a card ... and if the dog had of sat still long enough they would have appeared on him also

But it has done its job and messy life aside I am feeling the ideas coming thick and fast again

and I am itching to get in and draw up some new things and maybe finish off some of the stack of work that has taken up permanent residence on my desk

happy painting everyone and huge happy birthday to Paint Party Friday 

It is simply the best place for creative types to get together online...

Thanks to Eva and Kristin for organising it every week xx