I wish I could blog mentally and automatically...

I think that i wrote three blogs in my head this weekend with all of the interesting happenings and conversations that occurred. of course all the revelations and clever turns of phrase that were scribed in my head are now gone, and i cant remember them to save my life. So here is the poor man's version of my weekend.

Friday night was pleasant, but mostly fuzzy. I do however, have a strong desire to wait until the thanksgiving day sales at the furniture stores and invest in a bigger bed. But the other issue at hand is how on earth would that fit in my room!?!? I need to either move upstairs in the spring or get my own place. stat.

I was perfectly worthless Saturday morning. I should have done many important things, but instead 11-2 passed at a startling rate of speed. More to do this week then.

One of my friends had a bunch of his artist/musician buddies come to waterloo for the weekend and it was awesome. I miss being in an artistic community, full of debate and thought. I miss the common sense of exploration and creative curiosity. I definitely walked away with some new thoughts and encouragement.

It was weird to explain what I do artistically and my current projects from people i think of as serious artists(more serious than i) and have them respond positively and authentically. I often feel like i am not good enough to be catergorized as an artist because I have never had a show or produced anything of much merit. I think I might finally be reaching a point, though, in my development where I can produce something that is executed soundly and has a solid approach.
The main problem is I think through my whole idea and perfect it in my mind before I apply any outward energy to it. When I finally do it doesnt match my perfect image in my head and I decide im not a very good artist. I need to practice even pacing with hands and mind so that I can practice my skills and perfect the physical craft of creation so it can keep up with my mind.