Feeding the addiction
I will be so so glad when this semester is over. The work load is just something else, and I feel like I’m drowning in the details. I know I go O.T.T. with assignments and folios, but that’s just how I am. Anything less and I feel like I haven’t really tried. I’m almost done with my second photoshop folio of images, now it’s the huge accompanying report (with screen grabs) that needs to be written. Of course it’s all due Monday - nothing like leaving things until the last minute to get the adreneain going.
So of course when a deadline is fast approaching, there’s nothing like shopping to feel procrastination is justified. I have 4 paintings to complete by next Friday, so a trip to the Art Supplies store was a rationalised diversion. It’s like Christmas every day in that place. I challenge anyone to walk out the door without buying something.
Just let me tell you that I really don’t have a desperate need for anything art related. Especially brushes. However, I was totally mesmerised this visit. And having a fabulous, shiny display of pristine brushes was just not fair.
I chose 2 to come home with me,
with wonderful names - “Cat’s tongue” and “The Albino”. There was a brushes book giveaway as well, 40 fabulous full colour pages to fuel the fire already burning out of control. Ask me any question on brush construction!
Meanwhile in the backyard that never sleeps, I was scared witless by the Lace Monitor again. He hightailed it up the coconut palms to get away from my shrieking no doubt.
New visitors to the new blossoms, totally unconcerned with my camera snapping away. What a fantastic diet - sugar all day every day. It’s what makes Rainbow Lorikeets such superhero fast flyers I’m thinking. Maybe I should start nibbling on gum blossoms….
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Uni coarses are hard work and take up a lot of time but you’ll be so happy when you have finished. I still wonder at how you have time to blog. Well done! Have you ever seen the parrots drunk from gorging on fermented berries and fruit. Its hilarious.
Hey Diane, SNAP! I was just over at your blog oggling all your wonderful images. You must still be on a high after experienceing all those sights.
Is that where the saying “Pissed as a parrot” comes from?? I suppose Gin is like fermented berries?
Cheers
Cindy
Cindy,
Have a productive weekend…..
One of my sons tells me “Mum I am just like you, I function best under pressure” MEANING …
You leave everything to the last gasp
…..That is true of me but not so you Cindy you are in there at the coal face.
I hate those offal eating lace lizards (not really), they always make the horses jump when they dash up a tree and I nearly fall off!! and love the smart a…. lorrikeets who are bossy bossy bossy.
Regards,
Elizabeth
You always make me laugh Elizabeth - bossy is just so RIGHT describing lorrikeets!
Yes, I’m shoveling coal as quick as I can, but if you shove a broom somehwere I’ll sweep the floor too!
Assignment done and dusted. Off to post my images now.
I love your back yard, it’s so exotic.
The curlew family are adorable.
And I totally get your addiction, I always feel like I’m walking into Aladdin’s cave when It’s an art shop:)
Wow what wonderful sights in your own backyard.
BTW, I love brushes too. It would have been hard to choose just two!
I’ve recently fished out my watercolours again, so sometime soon, I’ll post some doodles on my blog.
Hi Janie, Yes the Curlews are loveable, but also SO Funny when they lope/run, with head, neck and tail stretched out in a long straight line.
I am thinking about oil paints now. I swore I wouldn’t, but I can’t help it. I’ll need a 12 step programme to wean myself off art products….
Doda, choosing just two WAS hard. I didn’t need them though. One day I am going to sit down and count all my brushes. They have spread out into at least 5 holders now. The final count will be embarrassing…
I can’t wait to see what your watercolours will be like!