i am suffering from a mild case of brain vertigo. not real vertigo, but the brain version. i don’t think that means anything actually. let me figure that out. um. revisionist history. oh i know. it could mean that my thoughts are off balance. that the things i think about have lost their equilibrium. that works.
yes, thoughts out of whack. off balance. in an ongoing life happening, things are crazy and busy and so filled with how scattered my days are. i’ve just been working non-stop. i’ve been driving back and forth. i’ve been no one place for 2 days in a row. but i’ve been going home more.
life is strangely coming together in ways that i didn’t anticipate. life has filled in properly. busily. i am making tons of headway in the studio. i’m making work like i haven’t made work in a long time. oh to be making art. there really is nothing better. it’s like i’ve fallen in love with it all over again. it feels like it had been away for so long.
i have filled my life with as much rest as i can when i have the chance, so certain things have fallen by the way side. it can’t really be helped. time away to recharge the batteries as it were. the ebb and flow. the wane and wax.
but what of it all. what of the things i spoke so hopelessly romantic towards. nothing to say just yet. nothing to you. not just yet. only because i still have million words to say. i have letters that pour out of my head. everything that i’m thinking. i want to lay it bear. all for you. not for them. for me to i guess. you. me.
sigh.
