At the moment, the only time I seem to be getting for painting is when all the other members of my household are in bed.
I am in danger of becoming a peculiar night owl.
The ‘wrigglies’ get me at 9.00 and the craving to be painting gets uncontrollable. All children tucked in, all household duties over by 10.00. And though I am tired, the call is irresistible.
Encased in something energising via my beloved ipod I begin, circling slowly, planning, sorting, perhaps cruising around the internet, by 11.00 I am immersed.
Husband calls – coming to bed?
Perhaps not….. I just can’t leave this now….
Good bones are laid down late at night – not detail (my lighting is too poor for that), but the kind of solitary compositional stuff that requires playing and standing back without discussions about anything extraneous.
It’s an addiction certainly, but harmless enough I think, and, having indulged makes me a much nicer person to be around the next day. Satisfied and evolved. Ready to give back.
If only I could get a bit more sleep….