One of the pleasures I get from art is the color. I like to watch it spread across the page. In the case of my work in progress, I really like the water. The rest isn’t quite what I would like, but I imagine it will all look much better when I have finished. I still hope to finish it before Tuesday, but work is slow. I’m working on the forresty bit. That usually is slow. I can do decent forrests, but there are so many components and elements that it’s hard to do a really good one.
I have been sleeping a lot lately, and it’s been bothering me. I realized that since I’m driving Lori to seminary these days, I was going to have to get to bed earlier if I wanted my eight hours. So I went to bed early one night, and since then, everything has been thrown out of whack, and I haven’t been able to set an earlier bedtime for myself. I went to bed as usual last night, woke up at least once in the middle of the night, and then slept in late. Most of that time I was in a state of semi-conciousness. I was awake, I knew I was, but I didn’t get out of bed, and I was able to keep dreaming. Some of the dreams weren’t nice. One involved my parents complaining about finances. When I eventually did get up, I had a headache for quite a while. The really sad thing about last night was that I took a nap from maybe 5:00 pm to 8:30 pm. Then I got to be awake for two hours before going to sleep again. No doubt that is part of why I feel so groggy today. I’ve definately been sleeping too much. And yet, why do I seem to fall asleep so easily if I’ve gotten enough sleep?
Also, because of that nap I missed the General Relief Soicety broadcast, so I watched it this morning. It spoke a lot about love and the Atonement, in pretty much all of the talks. It was interesting because it seemed to me, because I didn’t hear much by the way of “You need to serve more,” or “You need to judge less” or stuff like that. It was almost an accepted fact that the woman of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints were remarkable people, who love and serve others, and who just needed to be reminded that they were loved. That’s what it seemed to me anyway.
I want to write more. It soothes me. But I cannot think of much to say. Only that I would like to finish this image that I’m working on, but again am lacking in motivation. It’s not the driving of the pencil across the paper that I enjoy so much as filling an empty space with somthing colorful that I created. I really look forward to the final image. I just have to get there.