all work and no play

Leaves about 0 time to work in my studio.

Hi every­one. I’m tired. Really, really tired. It’s been about 5 almost 6 weeks since I have set foot in my stu­dio and worked on paint­ings. I have been work­ing, work­ing, work­ing every­day in the cos­tume dept. for Cirque Du Soleil’s Chicago show called Banana Shpeel.  I’m not mak­ing the cos­tumes that hap­pens at HQ in Mon­treal. My job is basi­cally to main­tain the cos­tumes and help the per­form­ers get in and out of them as quickly and effi­ciently as pos­si­ble. It’s a three month job that is pay­ing me well and shall sup­port me for Jan­u­ary and Feb­ru­ary while I go paint in the moun­tains of North Car­olina with David. Hope­fully after that, I’ll find another job. How­ever despite the nice pay­checks, I have about 0 time to work on my paint­ings. This makes me feel with­ered and sad. I have dis­cov­ered, which I kind of new all along but know even more now, that I need to have stu­dio time by myself very often in order to func­tion nor­mally in the world. Is that self­ish? I wont get to be in my stu­dio again until Jan­u­ary. I have a big sketch­book and some gouache and col­ored pen­cils to work with at night when I get home though arriv­ing home around 11pm by then i am just plumb too tuck­ered out to work.

So many com­plaints I seem to have! Well there are some good things too. I do have lit­tle moments and beau­ti­ful bits to look at  from time to time. The stage scenery and cos­tumes are exquis­ite, very rich, com­pli­men­tary col­ors, not true col­ors but warm hues and cool shades and deep tones that I ache to repli­cate with paint. I steal short sec­onds and whole min­utes to let my eyes rest on them and mem­o­rize them. I let my brain relax a sec and then go back into work mode.

I have secret hid­ing places in the the­ater too! It’s nice to wan­der off through the regal Chicago The­ater on break times. I have found lit­tle cubby’s to crawl into and nap or a bal­cony to hide by myself and read and have a snack. There is a ham­mock under­neath the stage that is a great place to nap if there is no rehearsal onstage. The ceil­ing in the lobby changes col­ors from blue to green to yel­low to orange to pink to red and every shade in between. I found a soft, squishy bench in a hall­way that no one ever goes down to stretch out and rest. From the house the stage looks grand. Some­times I sit in the house on the sec­ond level when only the stage lights are on and where the seats are not reg­u­lar the­ater seats but booths with tables! It is there that I write lit­tle bits in my sketch­book and like to let my mind wan­der and fan­ta­size about Jan­u­ary and Feb­ru­ary when I will be in Asheville, North Car­olina. A place I hope to call home some­day. I steal every sec­ond I can too to read my book, The poi­son­wood Bible by Bar­bara King­solver. It is an an amaz­ing book about a bap­tist fam­ily that trav­els to Mon­treal in the six­ties to be mis­sion­ar­ies. It’s beau­ti­ful and heart break­ing and funny and hor­rific. Some­times I can’t get my thoughts out of it after I close the cover.

Well right now that is how things are. Steal­ing moments and work­ing hard to be able to be an artist later on.

More soon!

dee

Leave a Reply