SOS
Today is for the shack. There is a problem, though. Creeping tendrils have made for an atmosphere of dread and stasis. They cling tenaciously, indestructible. They are impervious to whirling steel blades and Extra Strength Round-Up. Functionality has been drained away, and paralysis is imminent. Hideousness.
Sloth worries about the sanity of Sloth. The weeds have invaded the brain, and are squeezing tighter each day. The potions that used to work don't seem as effective anymore. There is deep worry that the overgrowth will consume and digest the powerless critter. A paw is still protruding; it waves weakly and grasps the air.
posted by sloth @ 11:52 AM
15 comments
15 Comments:
Slothy, your shack will not betray you. the relics are magical and will restore life and brush away clingy tendrils
I am transitory. Do not be alarmed.
I am deeply tired, unforeseen misery hits like a wind tunnel and does not let go, the lines deepen, the ideas ferment and the notions of failure are foremost in everyone's mind. Neurotic and swollen, the true gender emerges.
the structural integrity is shackalicious. arent there organic and magic liquids to help in frequency adjustment? hideousness, thats my 10th middle name - and i liketed it.
Sloth. how did it go? I had a tough day in studio yesterday too. i kept looking and doubting. Worried of ruin to existant relics and not free enough to start new ones. I love the starting new pieces days. Those have been lost to me for a little while now. Maybe 3 weeks. I am a fan of your work. hold fast.
how did it go? lately i find 2-4 hour increments best. short enough times to avoid the creeping tendrils' sure and steady climb into the psyche.
The shack was a brick-oven. Sloth is crispy around the edges, now. Nothing looked much different at the end of the day. Progress was almost imperceptible. Still, some mud was squished, decisions were made, and this helped to beat the tendrils back a mite.
One decision: clear the mud-squishing palette of the little objects. They were multiplying at the sides and creeping in towards the center - jars, used-up tubes of paint, etc. The clear space in the middle was getting smaller and smaller. It was the pallette of a depressed Sloth, and not conducive to the feeling of freedom to squish. Now it is clean and open. Kind of like Feng-Shui.
Hi Sloth. I have been a bad brand of MM today, was supposed to visit family but did not. Selfish MM. I am glad you cleared your palette somewhat, the treat of openness is deserved by your articulate paws. Pat pat.
Upfront, mushiness. I'm speaking to the downward sloth and all those sharing the same naturally rickety boat (or shack in this case). When you're patching those holes, know this: Y'all make my life a better place to be. And I'm not talking about blogland. I'm talking about the walls, floors, and sky you cover. I love looking at you.
Thank you HAA, for the delightfully mushy, sweet and sticky affection-thoughts. They are likewise wholeheartedly returned. You are excellent and supercool... big smelly hug.
P.S. Your art writing is wry and smart. Required reading!
MM, you have an absolute right to forego family togetherness. Sometimes this is a necessity for one's sanity. Family should understand this, as they surely value your mental health. So I keep telling myself, over and over.
sloth, I watched the Punk:Attitude last night, randomly came across it. Inspiring and depressing. I have some thoughts for a post about this, but today the beige is actually making me work! Curses. so it may have to wait. Anyway, thanks for the recommendation. You have read "please kill me" by Legs McNeil - yes?
Have not read the Legs McNeil tome, FB. Is it good?
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