The perfect title for this blog. Art. Procrastination. The connection between them. But honestly I don’t even know where to start.
Should I start with the fact that there have been photos of mosaics on this blog since day one? But I’ve been procrastinating and haven’t yet explained why they are here?
Or that I’ve been blogging for two months and haven’t even learned how to insert a picture?
Should I get into the heavy duty stuff?
That I rent a studio where I work on mosaics, but since I started blogging I’ve barely been there?
Or how many projects I’ve abandoned in various stages of completion which are waiting for me to finish?
That if I focused on what I started I could have painted the Sistine Chapel by now?
When I say I procrastinate, I wish I was exaggerating. I procrastinate about almost everything, but rather than admitting everything all at once, I’ll confine myself to the subject of art. I would try to avoid discussing this even now, but the longer I wait, the worse it gets.
People who know me best know all this is true. Just like they never doubted the truth of what I found on my desk. My daughter Alli wondered why the list wasn’t longer—knowing there had to be more stuff. Which there is, but I didn’t find it yet—because I never finished.
Although we are related by blood, my niece Rachel is the flip side of me: compulsively neat and efficient –with her own business as a personal organizer. I am like her ultimate “before” picture and constantly dare her to come to California and take on the project of her life. Rachel has never asked me what happened to the mosaic mirror I promised to send as a baby gift for her twins –who were born last January. I admit it’s not finished or grouted yet, but Rachel will be shocked when she sees the evidence–right here–since she probably thought I never even started.
The worst example involves my friend Gale. I’m not sure I could even begin to describe the series of events that led to this. But somehow, Gale still speaks to me even though the mosaic tray I made for her is sitting right this minute wrapped up in a box in my house. I made this tray as a gift for her wedding…which was almost 3 years ago.
But all that is over. Tomorrow (or maybe the day after….) I’m going to ship out Gale’s gift, and grout Rachel’s mirror and start fresh. Summer is over, Labor Day is over, my studio is waiting for me to come back.
After two months, today I finally learned how to put some pictures in my post. And since a picture is worth a thousand words, that means I can avoid writing what I was planning about why I’m doing mosaics and art in the first place. I’ll write about that some other time….