So I realized I was blocked – again – but in a different way. Is that progress? I started “The Artist Way” By Julia Cameron again, for the 4th or 5th? time. I tried one of the later books last summer but it didn’t really click and I realized I needed to go back to the beginning.
Usually when I do the 13 weeks I look for a way to change my life to match what I want or need. That is not going to happen this time. There are too many fixed variables in the system requirements this time. This time it is all about internal change because the external is fixed.
This time it is much much harder in that I hit a block right in week one. I have always kind of ignored week ones exercises because I have very little memory of my life before age 13. They are there but most are not retrievable easily. High fever and a coma will do that to you. This time I kind of wanted to look at underlying causes but no go. I had that problem in the later book in this series too, “Going for Gold” , most of that is based on digging through ones biography.
This is the end of week two, another really unsuccessful week. There were days where there were two sentences on the page. There is in this chapter a lot about the people around me. Not going there. I hope week three will be better.
On a positive note, Pan now has fully sculpted legs attached to his body.
I got into my studio to work this weekend again and my little helper was there to Purr along with me.
sophie asking for a muffin
As I work it sits on a little pillowcase of black satin, and watches me. In this case it was watching the muffin I also had. Every once in a while it would reach out and put one claw in my arm to remind me that she/he loves muffins.
It is called Sophie. When we got it we were told it was a female, and I never did really check, but I did think it had odd looking genitals….. Then dimwit here ate a thread with a beading needle attached and the vet informed us that Sophia was really Sophocles. But as a result the pronouns are a bit awkward because for 9 months it was a she and my mind refuses to do the gender change.
This cat has totally changed how I work. Before I was a messy crafter who left stuff all over the place but a few months after the beading needle incident, it found some pretty metallic thread to eat and after 40 stitches in its belly I realized I had to do things differently. I need to use boxes which close tightly and smoothly because this darling can open them otherwise, and they have to stay closed if they just so happen to “fall” off the desk! And things that “fall” get chewed up by the dog. Between the two of them I am sooo tidy now!
I use a big Ferro-Rocher chocolate box as a work space when I am beading because I can close it up without having to put everything away. And all threads get tidied up and put away – immediately.
Sophie also insures I take breaks. When we lived in Montreal, they got fed at 5 pm when I started supper, here I make supper at 4 but when they arrived they were still on Montreal time and they never adapted to Edmonton time, so now they eat at 3pm. So at 2 pm it starts bugging me for food. First it purrs, then it starts giving loving little rubs with its head. I tell you it is really hard to sew when cat keeps bumping your hands, the needle goes all over the place, including into me. As a result they get fed at 2:30 when I work in my studio.
I did get the sculpting of the chest and arms finished. Here is Pan with his legs pinned on because this is supposed to be a blog about dolls, not cats. On Sunday I worked on his right leg, finishing the shaping.
Pan with legs
It is just pretending. A week ago we got 30 cm of snow and it was -21 c, yesterday it was +9 c and there is water everywhere, including in the large hole in the basement. But the forecast is for more snow.
Regarding that large hole… Plumbing isn’t rocket science, friends, we have been doing it since the Romans made hot & cold running water a common thing in bath houses. So how come I have a hole in the basement that will take a good sized body? It seemed a simple thing, get a back flow installed to prevent the sewer from backing up every time we have one of the new, climate change, rainstorms. The thing is a foot long, so why do we need a grave size hole that is now filling up with water? Mostly, it seems because the people who built the house hadn’t a clue what they were doing and they used a honking big clean out trap to connect the inside with the out side. Yes a clean out trap 4 feet underground and running under the wall of the house. I am hoping they don’t need to dig a hole outside the house in front of the only door which is wheelchair accessible, it would mean breaking up concrete and digging through ground which is still frozen. Oh and the water pipe coming into the house sits right on top of the this sewer pipe. Sigh….
On the lighter side I have been knitting a lot because I hurt my back picking mom up off the floor. It made sitting in the studio a pain, literally, so I have been leaning back on hot packs and knitting. I finished my rainbow stockings.
I started a shawl and a sweater for my little dog, Katie. The shawl, Wingspan, has been put on hold until I go to Nova Scotia in May. It will be a perfect travelling project. Details can be seen in the link to my Ravelry project page.
I did get into the studio on Saturday and and with the help of some Ibuprofen managed to get a few hours done on Pan. It was mostly sculpting his armpits, which don’t show so I didn’t bother to take pictures.