Waves

Being here in Lacoste has been good for my work ethic. Without the distractions of everyday life (like preparing food, cleaning up, TV, vast amounts of friends, a sexy wife, etc.) I have been working almost nonstop on creative projects. Two people in separate studios asked me why I am always there. I was hoping that I would have more time to myself to enjoy how beautiful this place is, but I also knew that I wasn't coming here for vacation. With three studio classes, I always have a looming deadline. Therefore I stay up late in the computer lab, illustration studio (which has an amazing view!), or printmaking studio. But I can't sleep in in the morning because I am in Southern France, for God's sake. Imagine if I let my self slip into becoming a vampire in a place with such breathtaking beauty in the morning. I know that I sound like my Dad right now, especially in the light of all the younger college kids here. I am the oldest of them at an ancient 28. I have had to go through the Yes-I'm-Really-28-and-I-am-married-and-we-do-miss-each-other-and-I-know-I-look-young-and-I-don't-need-the-Face-Book speech several times to each now group when one might see my wedding ring or whatnot. I think they all know it now so we can go on living, thank you very much.

Anyway, all this working doesn't necessarily mean that I am doing excellent work. Which is the reason that I have to work it so long. Today, while working on one of my children's book illustrations a wave of tiredness slapped me across the face. I was forced to take a nap against my will. Now I gots to stay up late again to make up for it.