crowded...

just passed 7:30 in the morning and i've already slapped enough paint down to make moving forward with any my canvasses fairly impossible. they're all just too wet to be worked any further. bummer. i'm really in the mood to paint but i'm running out of space and don't necessarily want to begin a new painting just yet. although... maybe i should just roll with it. the frenzied, GO GO GO painting mode should always be exploited. and i can tolerate being cramped by art. worse things have happened. besides, my house is generally overrun by artwork and artmess. nothing new there.

yesterday, i took some time out to go poke around in an uncharted antique shop and my hot little hands wanted to bring so many half-broken and unusable wonders home with me! a huge, beautiful, folk, table top vanity, big dusty trunks with busted hinges, victorian photos, old-fashioned wash basins... i am a greedy, greedy girl when it comes to stuff like that. antiques shops and junk shops are dangerous places for a girl like me. i want to give a home to all the busted and broken objects of the world. my home is a strange orphanage, i'll tell ya. but until i clear out some more of the stuff that has been following me around the last few years, i can't allow myself to bring anything else in the door. i found a consignment store to take some stuff but just haven't found the motivation to do it yet. been too busy and in love with painting to allow for any distraction- even the good, helpful, practical kind. could this be the reason why artists generally end up divorced? not allowing themselves to be troubled by practical matters? :) i'm sure it's one of the reasons. ha!