Tag: Procrastination

#1161 theoldmortuary ponders.

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Bring on the Winter lights.

Life is what happens whilst we are making plans.

Life rather joyfully overtook the plans for a De-Christmas of our house.

Significantly I remembered that I had also Christmassed up the Tennis Club Clubhouse. She who puts it up inevitably has to take it down, so my morning was spent removing twinkle and baubles from a community space. This led to many lovely conversations with people, both familiar and unfamiliar, around the club. 

What I did not achieve was any sort of real Christmas progress at home.

But I did remove one set of lights from a live tree and reposition them in old turquoise coloured glasses to give our whale some greenish winter lights for his shelf unit.

The live tree needed to be settled into the yard . Which required more footling about, which took time .

Then planned friends came round ,and still the actual Christmas Tree stands resplendent in baubles and red lights until 4pm arrived and we had to go out.

Definitely a day when procrastination and circumstance won. I have decided that De-Christmasing is actually a whole weekend project.

Less footling more action.

#873 theoldmortuary ponders

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Hyperlocal Procrastination Day.

You would think a day of painting, that I had planned and looked forward to, would be made even more possible by another day of disgusting weather.

But then the ‘ tasks’ seduced me, and before paint could be laid on paper I started a minor tidy up which led to a major tidy up of the art cupboard.

Which led to 2 hours of trying to coax a dead printer back to life. Unsuccessfully. Which led to me losing  my phone , in the spice drawer of all places . Found after 2 hours of maniacal back tracking with false memories of when I last used it. Consequently not a drop of paint touched paper yesterday.

But on a positive, the black tulips look wonderful in the rain and the art cupboard is fabulous. The printer remains deceased.

Coincidentally I dressed today in homage to a black tulip. Art bag and DM’s feeling the tulip love.

#677 theoldmortuary ponders

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Another day of prepping for an art exhibition. This time at a local National Trust property. You might think that having prepped recently for an Open Studio event I would be pretty well organised. But every exhibition has different criteria, different commission and often different hanging requirements. Of course this wouldn’t be an arty blog without some procrastination. Today productivity was my procrastinator of choice. Before I could allow myself to get the art organised I felt it to be essential to get all the home chores done. Dipping into my stored works is another form of procrastination, some of them will never see the glitz and glamour of a gallery. I’m not sure my Pangolin painting will ever be one that I can sell, but every time I go through my paintings file, his sleepy eye catches my attention. I’ve always loved Pangolins and painted this sleepy fellow when scientists were trying to find an animal who might have passed Covid-,19 on to humans.

Blogging was the subject of an extraordinarily dull repetitive dream last night. No matter how often I woke myself up I kept slipping back into it. It was such a boring subject, I could never have written such a thing. Better to miss a day than inflict complete tedium onto the blogosphere. On a positive I find myself with all exhibition admin done and all the domestic admin completed half way through the day. That feels like procrastination is a good thing.

#628 theoldmortuary ponders

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We have lived in this house for nearly two years. In this period of time the studio has been tidied 5 or 6 times. The most recent was yesterday.

Previous tidying was done because.

1- the studio was the packing box storage area.

2- all of the London flat moved into it.

3- we lost our passports in the move.

4 and 5 the studio is used as a dumping area over Christmas.

6. The studio now needs to be a multi function space. A studio, an exercise area and a playroom for small granddaughters.

The studio has never been tidied for art reasons. Although that remains the primary function of the space. Yesterday felt a little bit like an arty clear out but despite the other tidy-up sessions feeling diligent this was the one that located several lost paintings. Paintings that I couldn’t remember selling but also couldn’t find. Some of them have been missing for years.  Finding them was such a treat. One especially, of pumpkins, makes me so satisfied to have him back in the portfolio. But just now trying to find the picture for this blog he is once again not to be found.

I am very vexed. In a similar style to my poor care of the studio my Instagram page has suffered from me paying more attention to other Instagram accounts. These pictures are my Instagram grids. Loads of lovely images, interesting subjects but I really need to get paintbrush to paper very soon and get more art on there. But today I am satisfied with a tidy studio, procrastination at its finest.