Unfortunately it continues to be a difficult time as a public sector employee, waiting to see who will be let go. I notice this mood squashing my focus on my writing—it’s hard right now for me to achieve the level of focus or enthusiasm required to write poetry. Painting though is a bit different for me. I can get into the motion of it, let it happen, and to some extent it distracts me. Not really or fully, but anyway, it’s nice to do something, to make something, at a moment where you feel like you can’t do anything about your situation. Just the brush, the moment, the motion.
