Another blues song day

Was woken up this morning,
By the feel of kitty feet --
I'd slept right through their breakfast,
They wanted stinky meat...

So they stomped,
And they moooaaaanned...
And they moooaaaanned...
And they stomped,

So I got up.

Sigh. I thought this week was going to be a doddle, especially with Easter at the end of it, but it's just getting crazier and crazier.

After I fed the kitties and let them out, I got a text message to remind me that I was supposed to be speaking to a group of Professional Practices students after work about how my artistic practice is informed or enhanced by my interaction on the internet. Ooh, yikes, I'd forgotten about that... and I have family coming for dinner! Ay yay yay.

Anyhoo, remembering that I have to do that means I've been sitting here all morning in between running after students (I'm also standing in for our normal printmaking technical officer while she's off in China, lucky lady), trying to muster my thoughts about you and I. 'You' being, yes, all of you, and all the wonderful experiences we've shared.

And I'm feeling guilty, because I haven't shared much more in the last XX number of months than jolly personal stuff and excuses for being busy. No lyrical waxings about the joy of using my hands in my making processes, or how much I dislike the cover of the new Steve Carroll book, or where I'm up to with my latest fine press book and its satellite exhibition... and for that, I apologise. I'm going to make a resolution here and now to write something decent at least once a week, and by that I mean 'professionally relevant'.

Next week I'm going to spend a few days in Bega with Colonel & Lady Duck (Bega readers, this is probably the only notice you'll get before I get there!), so I might spend some time then making a meaningful connection between a keyboard and my brain. I'm making this promise because that's connected to something I'm going to talk about this afternoon to a room full of glazed end-of-day eyes: one of the reasons why I blog is a desperate attempt to force myself into action, because if I tell people I'm going to do something enough times, I sort of have to do it. It doesn't always work, but it works more than fails, so I persevere.

Here's another thing I'm going to say out loud so that it happens: I'm going to have a good Easter break. It's going to be my mantra over the next few crazy days...

Oh -- and if you happen to read this today, and have anything constructive to add to my thoughts about internet enhancement of artistic practices, leave a comment!


PS: and after all that, I forgot to add this link to a blogpost by Jeff Peachey that I absolutely adore, read when it was first mounted, forgot about, and have now rediscovered. And have remembered to add. yay! As you were.