I’ve been starting and immediately deleting posts. A coworker was oohing and aahing over From the Musical Sketchbook yesterday and I really have to finish the 4 or 5 pages left in it.

I realized how therapeutic the process was. I was teaching myself to use charcoal and different processes with it. I think I faired well. I even journaled in it a little, which is rare on account of my mom putting out my business when I journaled at 14. I could’ve stuck a straight pin in her when she slept but I didn’t.

Anyhow! [Rolling eyes so hard, they cross]

Where was I?

I’ve been building in the studio and haven’t put in the time to finish the sketchbook. Not that it’s a bad thing. Between working these people’s job, studio time, meeting exhibition deadlines and catching my sanity, I put some things down. I just had to realize there’s just 24 hours in the day and one of me.

Studio time has been therapeutic, nonetheless. The deadlines are gonna be there no matter. The blog has also been an outlet, so I’m tryna conclude how the magic happens without burning the candle on both ends. You feel me?

Otherwise, I’m taking good care and resorted back to a vegan lifestyle. My energy is off the charts, as I knew it would be. I only ate salmon before but what a difference a piece of fish makes. I have to tell you though, I’m in anticipation. With all this energy, I’m like a ball player with a mitt on and no balls are coming. Matter of fact, I’m the only one on the damn field.