Our obsessions are many in this house.
Zara collects, sorts, catalogues. Her own interests, but also those of her brother.
That’s a robot (not her brother) and the bit between the legs is actually the bit on the back to wind it up in case you were wondering.
Her brother is obsessed by robots with the plan to one day create one, and his DS (gaming system). I am aware of the dangers of that kind of addiction. Hopefully he is learning the emotional tools to be disciplined in enjoying it without it taking over his life – with one recharge a week and the freedom to use it until it runs out. I live in hope that he will discover a little bit each day is better than one huge marathon session, but he needs to discover this himself.
Wish us luck.
I am cloud-watching, visually researching how to create volume in something that changes so swiftly, and that is so big and impossible to hold or walk around. I have a painting in progress that requires rolling clouds and have found in the past they are much trickier to capture than they look, and while there are numerous ‘how to’s’ on Youtube, translating them into my own visual language is a different matter.
And then there is the matter of vacancy, that vague stirring somewhere in the back of my head that tells me there is a new obsession teetering, waiting to declare itself. I can’t actually afford to have a new obsession at the moment, and am trying to convince myself it is something to do with painting my house, to kill two birds with one stone. What I need is a bit of an adrenalin and obsession-fuelled kick to make two weeks worth of very hard work and good project and not just hard work with a nice result.
Dangerous things obsessions. 😉