It’s a quiet day in New York, and that’s unusual, but as today is Labor Day, it’s the last before the “fall” working season begins in earnest.
I have been training myself to think about being busy all the time. Essentially, to accomplish all that I need to, I need to be working on something at all times. Writing, working on a project, going to an event, being in contact with someone, being social. Much like a shark must keep moving to scavenge food, so I need to keep absorbing work and inspiration.
Today I’m headed up to the studio to paint it. The previous tenant did a literally spotty job at making the walls look passable, so this is today’s assignment. After my required shop classes, then I’ll be ready to go.
Well, we learn lessons as we go along. I’m headed back to Home Depot because I bought woefully not enough paint. I’m certainly going through the materials I bought, in any case. I felt sexy with my shirt off and wielding the extended paint roller like some modern-day hunter. I’m likely going to get paint and take it back to the studio so I can finish this.
Now I’m back on the number one after dropping by the 23rd street Home Depot. The train car is hot, annoyingly enough. I’ve gotten two more cans of paint — big ones,this time, so I can hopefully finish the painting quickly. It turns out that I recognized quite quickly that I wouldn’t have enough paint. I attempted to use half a can that was supplied by the school, but that ran out, as well. So I took the risk that the paint I bought and the school supplied,paint would be the same, but they weren’t. So off I went and bought paint to bring back. I figured no better time than the present to get it.
This is my second trip downtown, today. I’m pleased. The studio looks much better than it did, although I now need to re-paint the grey floor. No worries, I accomplished a lot, today.
Tomorrow I sit in on my first class. I’m trying to schedule so my Thursdays, for instance, are relatively clear. We’ll see what happens with that.
I am determined to keep myself on schedule and achieve the things I want to in this school, practice-wise, so I’ll have to learn how to carefully balance academic, social and artistic excellence. Some things will have to give and some things cannot be negotiated, and I have to maneuver between the two.
On another note, I saw my next door studio-mate and he was only slightly less chummy than during orientation. I’ll try to monitor my interactions to be sure to stay on the good side of people who might be a tad emotionally fragile. Heaven knows that we all get stressed, and it’s important not to take all experiences personally.