Sketch

Lord love a duck is my favorite expression when things have gone way out of expectation, focus, and become a FUBAR. This is the right here right now of it. After 15 hours of computer insanity. This started out as a desire to make a comment about sketching, or not sketching. All I wanted to say was it seems I can no longer sketch. And post the photo from my Android phone. Simple, eh? Not if your phone doesn’t communicate with your computer or visa versa. But at last. 15 hours to load a photo. Right. So now I have apps and programs and photos all over the place. I don’t understand how something can be on your computer but you can’t find it. And then you can’t get rid of the things you’ve added that don’t work anyway. And no doubt contaminated your world.

Medusa

This is the Medusa sketch for the statue created by Luciano Garbati. I know I posted about this statue earlier. And I can’t sketch it. Turns out that drawing, sketching, like anything else needs to be kept up just like everything else.

So this is the quit time. Now returning to the real world…

Sometimes I think I am a Don DeLillo novel, not just inside of one.

For the past two days I have redone two closets in order to make better use of space and better accommodation for clothes and storage. This is also an attempt at the stripping of fat in my apartment. For some reason this triggers something in me—something nameless and untraceable. I ask myself what this means and myself does not answer.

The Writer does
“It’s about dress, silly. Clothing talks about the masks we wear, the persona we put on for the day. If you want to change who you are you’ll have to dress differently. And sometimes you get ahead of yourself, as in buying the future of you before you’re ready to put it on. Hence the new clothes that sit in there, waiting to be worn. Waiting for you.”

Last night I was up until four o’clock in the morning working on the new (as yet untitled) novel. It may be that those things I wrote in some fit of passion won’t be usable at all. Well, the words might be usable in some smoothed out form, but not in the novel. This particular novel anyway. I also started a sketch of the face on the cover of The Beautiful and damned. (I posted the cover of the book with some words a few days back.) How I envy those who can sit down and just sketch whatever they see. And I love notebooks filled with lovely words and comments and observations with sketches interspersed along with a variety of colors. Vintage Books & Anchor Books
In moving things between closets to sort or move or toss, of course I made some discoveries. For one, I found the Yoga mat and underquilt (for padding). It’s sitting here right now, just in front of me. Waiting. But first I have to look up Will Power. I’m not done with that quite yet.