It’s funny how little, seemingly insignificant, things can just ruin your whole day. And it happens so quick. Last night I finished assembling the last of my series of frames. I still have to do staining and sanding and then staining again but that is a fairly simple. Staining is just a matter of patience. The garage is a little cold, which slows down the process a bit but it isn’t really an issue. I don’t even know what I’m going to do to start filling them.
All was going along just fine until this morning. The last frame I assembled was a little twisted so I added some glue to the joints and set if off to the side last night. I put it out-of-the-way so it could just sit for a day or two and really dry. Low and behold my out-of-the-way was someone else’s right-in-the-way because the frame was knocked over and it fell from the shelf where I had it perched and it busted completely apart. While disappointing, it wasn’t anything I couldn’t fix… until I noticed this…
I don’t know why it send me into this spiral but here we are. It isn’t like it is a big deal or huge loss. I can pick one up on the way home from work but something about it…
I have some frames to work on though. They are really coming along but now I have to figure out how to fill them. Maybe that is adding to it because I spent last night brainstorming ideas and didn’t really come up with anything. Once again I’m struggling with what art is, which is another thing that is frustrating and ultimately kind of stupid. Drawing has been bringing me joy but now I get frustrated thinking about what I should draw. It’s like writer’s block but different. I might have to just working on paterns or maybe a mandala just to get things flowing.