So, I didn't do much writing last week in my Journal. Instead, I spent the week filling it up. Here is a picture of the notebook. The canvas on the covers has only been taped in place because I need glue. Towards the end I glue-sticked in some filler. I had some Moleskines on the way from Amazon so I didn't want to write any more in this notebook. Some of the pages have pretty photos from Martha Stewart Living magazines. And some drawings on Journaling Project paper.
I am trying to get back to The Journaling Project, with more drawing.
Evening sketching: (though not as often as I'd like)
Last week Steve went back to work at Prodigy. He had enough of the tiny machine shop with the loud boss. The drive was an hour one-way. And he was growing very tired of the yelling and throwing things when his boss was upset. So he contacted his old supervisor at Prodigy who said they had an opening on Night Shift and it was his if he wanted it. So Steve is back on Night Shift. It's not as late as it was when he first started working there, in 2011. The shift is 4:30 pm to 12:30 am. So I am coming home to an empty apartment again.
Symon and I are both adjusting. Symon doesn't get in my lap and fall asleep on me like he did when he was a kitten, but sometimes he joins me in bed.
Sometimes Symon goes to the bookshelf:
Last week I stretched some canvases during the evenings. The staple gun is loud and I have to hammer the staples flush so it's a lot of banging. I try to do it when Steve isn't home.
Finishing stretching the last few on Saturday morning - once I removed the table hazard:
Posing with Symon in my Studio:
I had to fix this close-up photo on the Kindle with the Skitch app - I scribbled across the big expanse of my fat white arm.
So I spent last week on busywork activities. I have eight canvases stretched, but just one gessoed.
I am adjusting to the new schedule. I don't really like it, but Steve is happier back at Prodigy. It's quiet, and he knows what he is doing.
I just wish we could see some real change in our lives. I feel like I am still treading water.