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| Summer Sky, by Marilyn Fairman, oil on linen, 9X12. It’s another entry in Rye Painters on Location’s silent auction, and a darn lovely one, too! If I had more time, I’d see Marilyn more than once a year, right? |
A few weeks ago I talked with a wonderful New Hampshire-based painter who is busy raising two daughters, ages 10 and 12. He struggles to have time to advance his career. I sympathize; I have four kids myself. And yet, I told him, I would not change the choices Iād made.
I like to think itās easier now that my kids are older, but all I need to revise that opinion is to commit myself to reaching a goal by Friday. This week’s goal is in itself parenting-related, since weāre expecting out-of-town company for my daughterās wedding shower. My family has been outstanding at keeping the house up, but a lot of clutter and grunge accumulates when the mom is gone as much as I am.
I foolishly believed I could devote four hours a day to cleaning and four hours a day to painting. Hah. I havenāt even got the receipts from my summer travels off the dining room table, and Iāve been at it for two days.
Today I met with a gallery director at a local college to finalize plans for a show next spring. The show will be about the relationship between God and man in the natural world, and Iām very excited to have the opportunity to do something so dear to me.
The lesson in this is that I do not have the luxury of procrastination. There are so many interruptions in a busy life, one must grab the time one has. March is just around the corner.
Interested in my Where the Sea Meets the Sky Workshops? October 2013āthe last session with openings in 2013āis selling out fast. Or, let me know if youāre interested in painting with me in 2014. Click here for more information, or email Lakewatch Manor!
I sometimes wonder if having less time makes me more productive. I think it just might.
To a degree, that's true, but there comes a point of overload where you start screwing up because you can't put your full concentration anywhere. This is (IMHO) analogous to the tipping point one reaches with a messy house.