An Affa Muckle Lug

100 Day Project Day 11

If Monday’s in-house waterfall wasn’t an example of my neurospicy brain in full elemental action, then today’s random explosions might be.

I started out with the goal of simply writing a Substack post. I am trying not to just download my blog over there, so I am conscious I now have two places where I am writing longform, where two weeks ago I had no aspirations or self-inflicted goals to have any. I think I started the year with a vague goal of one blog post a week, so there’s that.

Anyway, I was sat there feeling completely wordless, bereft, and uninteresting, and thinking I might skip it, but I started typing and deleting and typing, and in the end the post came out. The fun part was that in trying to make a story out of “I have started drawing ears because I can’t draw ears” I had one of those mythical flashes of inspiration.

It’s true, you have to actually be DOING for the inspiration to rise.

So the flash of inspiration leads me to temporarily abandon the self portrait I have been working on this week, which is ludicrous because my maybe-maybe-not deadline is on Friday, but I am now completely obsessed with my flash of inspiration idea.

The larger of the two canvases I gessoed on Monday now has a purpose, and it also has a very large ear.

I have a whole day tomorrow to finish it, and I know what I want it to be, and I’m happy with where I got to today, even if I cycled through about 73 crises of confidence on the way.

It’s a fucking massive ear, tho.

Ta da.

Til the morn,

Suzanne