Monday, September 21

keeping busy.

busy business is hard to manage.
i mean,
staying busy means actually being occupied with the business that
you're conducting for the entire time you're attention and intention
are focused on it....
keeping busy means holding onto productivity,
even when profitability isn't in F*ing full effect.
i'm mostly staying busy,
but in the short lulls between hectic tattoo times,
when the day starts and ends early,
or gets off to a late start and ends later;
i keep busy while i'm there, regardless.
me and my cardboard and my unsubtle art monster skulls
are taking the downtime, and turning it up.
that's real.
yesterday,
i tattooed a whole bunch,
but,
i also had an early, easy sunday morning at the shop;
one where i knew from the moment i walked in that
i wouldn't be getting any zipzappin' action underway
before my first appointment showed up at two-
so i broke out my ever-worsening brushes,
and those thickening crafty crap paints,
and i did a little practicing.
i can't waste time when i'm behind enemy lines, neighbors.
you know that's a true story.
there's always something i can be doing instead of sitting around,
and after a summer skewed towards overdoing everything,
the quiet moments are awfully awful,
and conversationally awkward,
so it's seltzer box blends and white-highlights until there's somebody
sitting in my chair, being subjected to a serenade/fusillade of fresh hot fire
from my face to theirs whilst i scribe on their scratched surface
and delve deeper into the recesses of their de rigeur reality.
yup.
i paint things, these days,
and the things i paint are the things i like.
check the keep/stay-busy-type teleport:
ha.
progress is good for you,
and small gains are better than small losses.
turns out,
it's also a good idea to have some art lying around the studio, too.
i s'pose it alludes to an alluring artsy lifestyle outside of those walls.
the joke's on those presumptives, though, isn't it?
yeah.
we all already know that it's all just cake and sh!t whenever i'm home alone.
womp womp.
still,
painting isn't detrimental to my well-being.
making things is a tangible way to be creative and productive,
and maybe even develop a new skill or two.
even though it's almost always more of the same,
the thing is,
that's what i WANT to do.
i spend more than enough time being compensated for diverse and versatile styles,
doo-dooing all the images that all the street-shoppin' scat-suckers bring to me.
i'll do whatever,
when there's movie checks to be made......
but when it's freebie time?
bobotronic skulltards and that are what's poppin'.
this is what is.
that's what's up.
it's all really happening,
and none of it is finished....
i think that's kind of the whole point;
never quiet, never soft.....

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