Day 222: In The Life Of
It's not always intentional, when two days go together like this. I'm not always thinking Monsters and Masks and Makeup and Red and Black, oh yes, I'll do that for two days and see how it goes.
Sometimes it just happens. I often feel a little ackward about this, because part of being an artist, I feel, is being intentional about the work, understanding what you do and what it means and why it's there. I suppose that I could say that not knowing is organic, or that there will always be something about an artistic work that is in the eye of the beholder or changes with the times, but I still feel that intention is important.
I slept for four hours last night. I'm having trouble getting to sleep, stopping my mind on it's merry go round of characters and words and scenes. My imagination is playing scenes for me. I see a sixteen year old girl waltzing in a dark room with a monster, I see a farm converted to a prison. Music gets my mind rolling and it doesn't want to stop, not even to sleep.
So much to do.
Day 221: Half Blood