fuck you.. everyday ordinary

I may or may not have mentioned it yet... but I find lists comforting. Not that I ever follow them... or well not that I ever don't follow them... It's a bit hit or miss. I also appear to be rocking the ellipses (...) tonight.

And with that preamble in mind... I give me a list. I need to start getting motivated around this stuff and make my studio an actual studio, not just another half filled room.

TO do.. for the last week of October:

• Spend a solid hour in the studio (take photos)
• Start making Ava's Apron
• Start pulling together black and white prints
• Send film out.
• Make grocery bags
• Make two rice pillows... for the snow is a'coming!
• Take photos of my clay pieces

And that's it. That's a lot really. I just.. I feel like I have a golden opportunity slipping away from me because I'm not doing it.

I'm drawn to making stuff and creating stuff... but I let the every day ordinary block that. I sometimes tell myself if I was really that drawn to it, the every day ordinary wouldn't mater. But it does...