malloreigh

i've been painting, painting, painting. watercolours on paper. ink. acrylic on scrap wood... i need canvas. canvases. i ran around frantic tuesday afternoon looking for some surface to paint on and found only a liberated stop sign we found in an alley on moving day. it's heavy.



some studio space would be... just overwhelmingly perfect. my roommate and i have been taking over the living room with our art, but it's so hard to have to put everything away at the end of the night. it makes it difficult to resume. (the purple piece on the floor is my most recently acrylic, unfinished.)



my head and heart are so full of love and inspiration. it's cold, cold, cold out still, hardly summer (maybe spring, unlike our spring which was quite wintry), and so staying inside with tea and paints seems like a good idea every night. i'm hermiting. i'm allowing myself to slow down and it feels right, for me, for now.



that colour is called "cobalt teal" and it's an acrylic made by golden acrylics. i need an art sugar-parent - someone who will buy me paints and canvases and soap me up when i'm covered in smudges of colour, clean me, feed me because i'll forget to eat if i lose myself in it...

all of these things seem so romantic.

painting. drawing. drinking, writing, smoking. hermiting. staying up all night... almost forgetting to go to work in the morning. coffee, coffee, coffee. red wine. the occasional foray out into the world, a shitshow, crashing hard and then starting the cycle all over again. losing track of time.

i want it - i want it all. i can't work. i am not made for this monday through friday eight hours a day ROUTINE.

what would be your ideal workload if you had your 'dream job'?
what would you do with any extra time that would allow you?

what IS your dream job?