Day 20 of the 100 Day Project
This morning I was feeling all motivated for a good day of painting, meaning to get started early, and had the feeling I was in an energised frame of mine, and more likely to pull that off.
I was cracking on, ticking the boxes, and then my bliss was rudely interrupted by a – what is the noun for a group of shouty men? They were soon joined by a lorry delivering a skip, which would have ended up being placed in front of our gate if they hadn’t seen me staring at them out the window 🙂
Oh did I go from being very much in my zone to very much up to high-do in a very short space of time.
Short version: it has been a very unpleasant day here in usually quite quietville. I put on some podcasts and tried to drown out the noise, but I was not having fun, either with my daily sketch, or with my one hour oil painting.
I started out with a pretty good sketch in raw umber oil, but I lost her somewhere in the hour, and I’m not too fussed about that, all things considered. I notice that she looks quite dark and grumpy, and I’ll take that as a diary of the day.
If nothing else, I am proving to myself that almost every reason I have for not painting on any given day is just a lot of bullshit, because painting through *that* was a monumental win.
I did learn something about Instagram last night – that hashtags are now completely ignored by the algorithm. I knew that they had broken them, but I didn’t know they were rendered completely pointless. I don’t know how much it means to me to “get Instagram right”, but it gave me something to think about in terms of making my posts there. If that nugget of information helps anyone who is reading, you’re welcome.
Til the morn,
Suzanne
391/400
Thrummie Bizzum 
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