Summer is done

Uta is back to school, which means we are all back to days dictated by the clock. Each day already feels scheduled down to the minute. I am trying in earnest to draw despite the demands of daily life. In Japan I did a lot of drawing. Without the burden of home, a happy traveling gypsy, I had the luxury of time with nothing pressing to do. So I drew. I drew everywhere and anywhere. But back in NYC, life does not offer up free time without a bit of a fight. I am currently fighting for my time, fiercely protecting it from the kitchen sink, and other inane activities that seem to drain away my life. Uta told me that if I want to get any drawings done I have to draw all the time. It sounds extreme, but he is right. If I try to draw a little every day I will most likely not draw at all. But if I try to draw all day long, I will end up drawing a little. A little is not just a little better than nothing. A little is huge. It puts me on the positive side. A little makes me very happy.