I wrote a rather depressing blog over the past couple days. And then, I realized that writing about depressing stuff was actually making me a bit depressed. So I’m going to have a go at writing an absurdly positive blog post that also doesn’t take up a depressing chunk of the night and see if that does me any good.
I was painting some wood today for my studio. I’m about to turn the inside of the studio into the stomach of a whale. That’s how I’m thinking of it at least. I spent a disheartening half day purchasing (well, more or less purchasing) drill bits and screws from Home Depot to drill into my walls to hang shelves, only to realize that the walls are solid concrete and too tough for anything I can do to them with my little drill.
So after a few days thinking, I decided I would put up these wooden beams along the walls and have a cross beam going near the ceiling level to keep everything in place since I can’t actually attach any of these beams to the walls. I’m not explaining it very well but imagine a rib cage with right angles and you might be seeing something proximate to what I’m angling for.
And I went back to home depot and got the wood, which feels ridiculously underpriced for being the several-years-in-the-making body of a tree, and was looking for a color to paint it. And as I’ve mentioned, my girlfriend is in Ireland, and I wanted a green color, and there happened to be a green called “Luck of the Irish.” So now I’m going to have this green, square rib cage on the inside of my studio that makes me think about Ivy, and about being inside a whale’s stomach.