Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Wednesday
I had a dream last night that I was riding around alleyways on my motorcycle. It's the second motorcycle dream I've had since giving away my bike. Someday I'll consider getting another one, I think.
In the dream, the motorcycle I was on was slung much lower than my old bike. The road had that unsettling immediacy that it does when you're riding a motorcycle. I was not wearing a helmet. I turned from major street to alleyway to major street to alleyway.
I woke up with a headache.
I don't think those two things are related. (I think I slept funny on my neck and the tensed muscles gave me a headache.)
In the afternoon, my mother came and picked me up for lunch--a shared blooming onion and ribs at Outback Steakhouse--and then asked her to drop me off at the studio so I could get a small bit of work done.
I gossiped for awhile with the people there, worked a bit on some lanterns that I'm making (some for sale, some for the patio), and looked at my sculpture for a bit. (I think I'm done for the moment, but I'm not sure. There may be something missing--but what?--or it may be that I'm ready to let it dry and be bisqued.
I think I've learned what I can learn from it, so I started a new one. I got as far as roughing in the shoulders, neck, and head before Dave came to pick me up. I have no real plan for the sculpture. I think I need to pick a model--but I need to challenge myself. Maybe I'll even do a bust of myself. Does that sound narcissistic? Maybe I'll do a male face--though those are less interesting to me than female faces to be honest.)
We left the studio and went out to eat. We went to a new place, a vegan Asian place where we ate shiitake bulgogi and various vegetable sushi rolls. It was good! I haven't had any kind of sushi (save for a few sad avocado and gobo rolls at the now defunct Japanese restaurant we used to frequent) in a long time.
We came home via Whole Foods, where we bought fruits and vegetables and ice cream and a whole host of other things we needed.
Now I'm home, chugging water and hibiscus tea to try to flush some of the salt out of my system.
In the dream, the motorcycle I was on was slung much lower than my old bike. The road had that unsettling immediacy that it does when you're riding a motorcycle. I was not wearing a helmet. I turned from major street to alleyway to major street to alleyway.
I woke up with a headache.
I don't think those two things are related. (I think I slept funny on my neck and the tensed muscles gave me a headache.)
In the afternoon, my mother came and picked me up for lunch--a shared blooming onion and ribs at Outback Steakhouse--and then asked her to drop me off at the studio so I could get a small bit of work done.
I gossiped for awhile with the people there, worked a bit on some lanterns that I'm making (some for sale, some for the patio), and looked at my sculpture for a bit. (I think I'm done for the moment, but I'm not sure. There may be something missing--but what?--or it may be that I'm ready to let it dry and be bisqued.
I think I've learned what I can learn from it, so I started a new one. I got as far as roughing in the shoulders, neck, and head before Dave came to pick me up. I have no real plan for the sculpture. I think I need to pick a model--but I need to challenge myself. Maybe I'll even do a bust of myself. Does that sound narcissistic? Maybe I'll do a male face--though those are less interesting to me than female faces to be honest.)
We left the studio and went out to eat. We went to a new place, a vegan Asian place where we ate shiitake bulgogi and various vegetable sushi rolls. It was good! I haven't had any kind of sushi (save for a few sad avocado and gobo rolls at the now defunct Japanese restaurant we used to frequent) in a long time.
We came home via Whole Foods, where we bought fruits and vegetables and ice cream and a whole host of other things we needed.
Now I'm home, chugging water and hibiscus tea to try to flush some of the salt out of my system.
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2 comments:
But it was a great lunch, no?
Hope you get inspired by an interesting face;)
Yes! I love blooming onions and ribs. Too bad my cholesterol count doesn't.
:D
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