My art world is chaotic, I sleep, rest, exercise and eat at random times, head full of colours, symbols and feelings. The Drill yard world is ordered, everything organised, routine, regimented. You become a number, commands barked at you, no place for ego or emotion, no place for the ‘I’, its all about team work and tasks. Head full of numbers and technical terms.
I guess both require mental discipline, overcoming barriers, hurdles, getting past that ‘wall’ . No place for defensiveness, blame, excuses. This week was tremendously hard, I am bruised all over and every muscle aches, I’ve lost 3″ from waist, I was not the best at everything, I struggled with some things. Its not easy going back to basics. Humility. But I feel great for it. I miss the team though. Always strange re-adjusting back to our normal lives without commands, leaders assessing and a strict programme, life without the team at your back, pleasing only myself and the Muse ( and editors, collaborators, patrons and clients of course ).
So now its back to pick up the art projects, finished off the Robin Hood painting & fish around back into my art brain mode… prehaps I’ll need someone to shout at me to get on with it? ” ART DRILL COMMENCE! “