The sketching project is in a coma. I am considering letting it die, to be resurrected in a totally transmogrified form which relates to Seven Sketches only in that it is keeping me actively in artist brain. I have not decided to give it up... but I may. Or I might cut it back.
In any case, I am going to do an Artist's Way workshop at The Folded Leaf (a yoga + massage + general mindbodyhealth Temple of Awesome.) I think that'll be a better plan to scrape the rust off of my creativity and repaint it all... whatever. I'm too tired to finish a spiraling metaphor sentence.
Mothering a clingy toddler, working a nearly full-time job, and a daily sketch practice are like, to quote Buffy the Vampire Slayer, "oil, water, and a third unmixey thing." Evidence: people who are refreshed and clear-thinking do not quote long-ago-cancelled vampire television series on their fancy, serious fine art blogs. Or perhaps that's totally something I would do, but we have know way of knowing if it's fatigue related because I haven't been well-rested since early April of 2006 and I had no art blog then.
I am off to alleviate any guilt about quitting my art cards by posting at Grace in Small Things, the impetus behind this whole crazy idea.