Mood and productivity are both a bit up after that last dip, which someones happens after a case of the Hacks. I've done quite a bit of drawing over the past few days, and just enough apartment organization to reach "whirlwind" status. I did not attempt to get rid of my couch all by myself, which is good, as it means I didn't hurt myself, but bad, as it means it's still in the way.
Resolution: Wherever I next live, I shall make sure I have some decent, workable studio space. For now, the efficiency is fine, but the next apartment needs to be a one bedroom, or I need to live in a house or house-chunk with some common space I can use to store either art supplies or books, so there's room for a studio on the bedroom. My pieces are getting bigger, and some of the contortions I've been going through are absurd.( Proof of art - big sketch pages )
In other news, it's gotten cold enough that I've closed all the windows, save for the one in the bathroom that's stuck. It's still reasonably sunny, though dark is too early. The lightbox is lovely. The mild caffeine dependency I've developed is not so lovely.
This is weather that causes my inner chipmunk to sit up and demand that I begin hoarding nuts and build a nest for the winter. I have definitely spent more time in my warm flannelly bed than I would have otherwise (with book - I've been on a binge: 2 1/3 Robin Hobb series, 2 old Hambly fantasies, the last of the Alan Campbell, some Sheri Tepper from before she started using a hammer to beat her point home, and most recently, the Magicians and Mrs. Quent. Why haven't I reviewed them? Well, I've been tired, and with depression comes paranoia, lack of originality, and the surety that I'm pissing someone off, somewhere).
A full pantry also appeals. For much of my childhood, I split my time between my grandparents' very middle class house, which was always very well stocked, and my father's house, where I learned to cook out of self defense. I took away from this the certainty that you can make soup out of anything, and a general association between security and a well-stocked larder. The only problem is that I am 1. scatterbrained and 2. my kitchen is a glorified hallway, without even the openness that makes a galley kitchen tolerable. I'm still trying to find the right balance there. But for now, I have all the beans, rice and potatoes I could ever need, and the freezer groans with summer stuff that I will be sorely tempted by come december. The other downside of the inner chipmunk is that if I am not very careful, I will gain 5-20 pounds right quick, and spend all summer trying to make them go away. Winter-grace wants to eat the sugar-fat-starch and not so much the salad.
Battening down for winter is a bit disappointing, given that my brain chemistry never really let me have a proper summer. But, votcha gunna do? *Jagershrug*
Additional notes: I love drawing with blue-pencil. It doesn't smear nearly as badly as graphite, as I have never learned to keep my hand off the paper. But blue-pencil is not really erasable and sticks out under my inking like a sore thumb. I am experimenting with a black Col-erase to see if I can get the non-smudge/erasable combo. So far, so good. Though it doesn't come in mechanical, and I do hate to carry a sharpener.