And a Blessing of Spirit

I love my job.

I've never had any illusions about this creative career business. It won't sustain itself. Best case scenario is that I have a lifetime of people asking when I'm going to write a 'real' book.

I will always have the other job, and this one is sweet. It's involves all the things that were never meant to be in bar work because they would be too amazing. But these ~60 hour weeks are burning me out.

These next few days will be different.

I won't be at work.
I won't be anywhere near work.
I won't see anyone I know from work.
I won't think about work.

I will get out of town.
I will drink wine and smoke cigars with my mum.
I will get a new tattoo.
I will write. My word, shall I write.

Then I will return, and I will love my job again, but remember how to have time for the other loves.

Commissioned Piece Vs Cobwebs

Recently my brain broke I decided it was a good idea to do a commissioned piece for one of my bosses. One that he wanted to give to his brother as a wedding present no less. I have four bosses, so the chances of all of them thinking messing this up was worth instant dismissal aren't great, but I'd still never hear the end of it.



I'm happy enough with it. It's a smaller piece (12" x 16") so it was always going to be tricky and the woman's lips turned out a bit warped but the eyes seem to take the focus.

I suppose the main reason I took this up was to get me out of a creative lull. My lightbox broke over a month ago and I only got around to fixing it in order to do this.Hopefully I'll be able to put aside the time for more work soon, now's not the time to fall off the camel.

Fucking camels.