In my June 23rd post, I alluded to a major life shake-up. Indeed, this thing has plucked me up, tossed me about and strewn me out like a Yahtzee game piece. My husband and I, now three days from our sixth wedding anniversary, have separated. Yeah.
Sad.
I am tremendously grateful that Kye and I have been such close friends and are able to remain so now. Certainly we still love each other, but perhaps we will come to see that our friendship matters most of all.
Heartbreak.
No other sting so deeply pierces the soul.
This past week has seen the beginning of our separation. I've found myself stuck. There is so much that I must accomplish (you know, little things like finding a job and a place to live). All I want to do is play in my studio - but its door looms with such melancholy and regret, harsh with the reminder of its impending abandonment.
I'm 'putting it out there in the universe' that I'd so appreciate to find an affordable, rentable room large enough to accommodate a bed and a work space. Yet the practical voice in my head assures me that's a tall order for Vancouver. Still, I'm determined to find shared accommodation near the flamboyant diversity of Commercial Drive. How I love the poetry slams, art shows, international foods, colourful characters and rich, bohemian spirit of the place. The rent is higher there, for sure, but the neighborhood hums with an eclectic mix of art and culture (not to mention fresh produce) that sings to my spirit and beckons me home.
(Oops, I hadn't intended to ramble on so.)
- Doodle
- Do some contour drawings
- Splash on some colour
- Fingerpaint
- Consult an expert
- Empty your head
- Artistic cross-training
- Go for a walk
- Hydrate
- Blast some tunes
As Eccentric Spirit notes, her ideas apply equally well for those with artists' block as for those of us stuck in the mire of life change. And more importantly, it just sounds fun.
So, for the next ten days, I'm going to follow and post about one prompt every day. Try it with me, if you like!
(Smallville)
