Thursday, January 17, 2019

A mysterious little cadeau

It's Friday and I am really looking forward to the weekend. I would like to rest a bit. I am très, très fatiguée! I can't even believe it is possible to be this tired. I don't think I have had that much exertion! How can I possibly be this tired? It's so bizarre to come to this point in your life when you finally understand what your grandmother meant when she said "the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak." I just can't keep up with myself anymore.

So, where am I in this journey? Well, I have about four artworks in progress at the same time, for starters, all at various stages of completion. All in a grey palette because I woke up one morning and decided I had to paint in GREY. I was feeling very grey. So, you know what happens when Marion decides on a thing. May god help everyone. So, I bought all this grey paint and so the entire studio is greyed up. There is stuff on the floor, on the walls, on the dining table. There is no place to walk! Then, I thought, where will I hang those on the table and floor? I have no wall space left for art! Marion!
One of the grey works in progress

As if that is not a big enough crisis, then there is the little present, the mysterious little cadeau. The late Christmas present I have received. I don't know how to interpret this cadeau. I can only giggle. The gift horse is a very, very mischievous individual, I have to say.  I have been reading little snippets of it, when I have a moment. Which are very few and far between these days…

At the moment, I am having a little bit of tea (without sugar, which is actually not so fun) and in a few I have to open the window and let in the morning light so I can really assess my shades of grey in the natural light.

Then, in a few, I have to get ready for my afternoon student. And maybe I should fix myself something to eat. I feel like I have not been eating well. I don't even know what I had for dinner last night. It is possible I did not even eat dinner...ah, yes. It was oatmeal. I ate oatmeal. So now, I am ravenous. What can I eat? I think in my frigo there is only eggs and pommes de terre. And butter. It's a lot! I will whip of something utterly, utterly exquisite…

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