Friday 1 March 2002
A minimalist design for Autumn. I got tired
of looking at all that dark blue background. It's a wet and
cold first day of autumn. I am sitting in my office (still
can't call it studio... one day I will have a "studio")
surrounded by incredible amounts of mess which is the last
remaining sign of my two weeks of complete lack of motivation.
My waste paper basket is overflowing, my desk is covered in
random piles of tax stuff, home loan stuff, property contracts,
client sketches and hundreds of little origami shapes from
daily foldings from my origami
desk calendar.
Last night I slept well for the first time
in weeks. Most other nights I have woken around 4am and stared
up through the darkness without even a tiny little bit of
tiredness attempting to lull me around the edges.
I have tried all
the tricks - There's Big-P's suggestion: counting to ten slowly
over and over, imagining that I am rendering each number in
a different art medium - crayon followed by pencil followed
by paint and so on. No luck. My mind is far too easily distracted.
Easy-E emailed me her method which is counting chickens with
handbags. Her advice:
"You line
up 100 chickens (yes with handbags) in front of yourself,
then visualise the first one. It may be brown with a red vinyl
handbag, or white with a super-cool Puma sports bag. Doesn't
matter.
"One hundred chickens with handbags"
Now watch this chicken settle down on the
floor, close her eyes, and nod off to chickeny sleep. Next
chook:
"Ninety-nine chickens with handbags"
... ad infinitum."
This did work on one occasion, but on every
attempt after that I found myself busily trying to think of
100 unique handbags to go with each of the chickens and not
really relaxing my mind.
I have tried deep abdominal breathing,
relaxing every muscle from head to toe, thinking "nice
thoughts", watching late night music videos and warm
milk before bed, all to no avail. So I lie awake and try to
guess the time from the amount of light seeping through the
blinds and the volume of traffic idling and revving outside
the window. I lie there and lie there and end up slipping
off to sleep just before the alarm goes off.
For some reason the pattern was broken
last night, maybe it was all that flamenco
before bed time, but I slept well and feel pretty good today...
hopefully the curse has been lifted.
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