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Apr. 17th, 2009 11:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeI need a break. You need a break. All God's chillun need breaks. At least two other baby courtesans need breaks. We're not getting 'em, though. Mrrgh.
Right. I do not have a brain bleed. Just because I leaned back two inches too far last night and bonked my head on the table does not mean I am dying like Natasha Richardson. I am dizzy and headachy 'cause I got five hours' sleep last night because the damn cat woke me up, and then the boy woke me up to tell me the cat was hitting him. Hitting you? Motherfucker, I'll hit you. Shut up and let me sleep.
Never mind. In the interests of the meme, something today that makes me happy. I did languages yesterday, so today won't be writing, that goes later. Let's do... painting.
I like painting. I wish I could do more of it but by the time I get home I just have way too many things to do to paint, so it's mostly a weekend thing. And considering what I get done on the weeknights, I don't mind all that much. I paint miniatures, not portraits or pictures or things. Which is to say I take a small chunk of metal shaped into the form of a person or a creature or a thing and I color it up to look like what it was sculpted to be.
I like painting. I like seeing the color go layered on to the mini and seeing it take shape under my hands. I like looking at a mini and speculating what color will go where and even taking hours to decide what shade of brown to paint that leather. I like the fact that I'm getting good at it. I'm not exactly all-star material yet, but for as relatively little as I've practiced, I am getting good at it. I've painted for... maybe three years or so. Off and on, but total time, maybe only twelve to fourteen months. And still, I've gotten to the point where I can see layers and lights and shadow on my minis, and know where my areas of weakness that I want to work on are.
I also like the fact that it's restful. That I can paint and be productive and produce something good and beautiful to make me feel better, and it requires just enough concentration to keep me from thinking of the bad or hard things, but not enough that I can't daydream. That is a big, big plus for me. There aren't that many activities that I can do that, and writing is right out. As it were.
So, yes. Today's joy: Painting minis! And as soon as I figure out the logistics of getting a working camera there may be pictures of said minis.
... you know, happy entry aside, my headspace is a really scary place right now. Someone remind me to meditate when I get home and sort myself out or something? Or help me sort myself out. This is some wicked not-cool shit in here.
Right. I do not have a brain bleed. Just because I leaned back two inches too far last night and bonked my head on the table does not mean I am dying like Natasha Richardson. I am dizzy and headachy 'cause I got five hours' sleep last night because the damn cat woke me up, and then the boy woke me up to tell me the cat was hitting him. Hitting you? Motherfucker, I'll hit you. Shut up and let me sleep.
Never mind. In the interests of the meme, something today that makes me happy. I did languages yesterday, so today won't be writing, that goes later. Let's do... painting.
I like painting. I wish I could do more of it but by the time I get home I just have way too many things to do to paint, so it's mostly a weekend thing. And considering what I get done on the weeknights, I don't mind all that much. I paint miniatures, not portraits or pictures or things. Which is to say I take a small chunk of metal shaped into the form of a person or a creature or a thing and I color it up to look like what it was sculpted to be.
I like painting. I like seeing the color go layered on to the mini and seeing it take shape under my hands. I like looking at a mini and speculating what color will go where and even taking hours to decide what shade of brown to paint that leather. I like the fact that I'm getting good at it. I'm not exactly all-star material yet, but for as relatively little as I've practiced, I am getting good at it. I've painted for... maybe three years or so. Off and on, but total time, maybe only twelve to fourteen months. And still, I've gotten to the point where I can see layers and lights and shadow on my minis, and know where my areas of weakness that I want to work on are.
I also like the fact that it's restful. That I can paint and be productive and produce something good and beautiful to make me feel better, and it requires just enough concentration to keep me from thinking of the bad or hard things, but not enough that I can't daydream. That is a big, big plus for me. There aren't that many activities that I can do that, and writing is right out. As it were.
So, yes. Today's joy: Painting minis! And as soon as I figure out the logistics of getting a working camera there may be pictures of said minis.
... you know, happy entry aside, my headspace is a really scary place right now. Someone remind me to meditate when I get home and sort myself out or something? Or help me sort myself out. This is some wicked not-cool shit in here.