Lynne Hurd Bryant Art Blog
The painting you see with this blog is one I don't have on my website because I am not satisfied with it. It is an example of what I want, versus what I come up with. It exemplifies my life right now. There is what I want, what I work for, and what I end up with.
A couple of years ago, I bought a fixer upper of a mobile home. I have been fixing it up since. Right now, yet again, I am having issues with a bathroom. This house has 2, so it is not dire, but seems to be, from time to time. The master bath was nothing more than a shell of a room when I bought the house. It took entirely too long to get to the project in the first place. To do the shower stall I was sold the wrong product by that large depot for DIY supplies. It took weeks to try to get that to fit and once it did, it rotted out in a few short months. The second round, I had the right product and it went in in just a day and a half. But, it has been leaking from somewhere since. The floor didn't go down right the first time and I knew that had to be redone, but now it can't wait any longer as it is ruined.
It is my Friday evening from work and I am taking up the bathroom floor and investigating a leak. Joy.
I had visions of a purple, green and blue bathroom that matched my dragonfly motif towels and various bathroom-type items, a place to have bubble baths, candles and sip wine. What have I gotten is the pleasure of doing it all twice, the expense of a double adventure and drama all the way around.
To add to life's little dramas, the used car I bought last November is not working. I had visions of short distance traveling and what I have is a click-click-click when I try to start the car. Battery or alternator? Alternator or battery? I don't know as yet, but I do know this has to come from a budget that has been plagued by lack of work at my day job where I am paid on production. That is a sad business on the best of days. If people don't get sick and have to be in the hospital, I don't eat. You want to talk about trying to derive joy from the pain of others.
This, naturally, puts me in the frame of mind where I can't paint. I can't justify the time, nor the pleasure when there are projects needing my attention. I have not touched a brush in 2 weeks, sadly, and tomorrow isn't looking good either. If it is just a battery, I'll make the 60+ mile trip to the nearest Walmart and buy another, then drive the 60+ miles back and put it in the car. I'll tackle the bathroom leak, floor whatever all of whatever when I return. With a little luck, this leak is what I think it is and not more. Once it dries, it is a few hours with resin paper and tiles, reseat the commode and I am back to where I started, more or less.
I don't see how other people manage a day job, home repairs, cleaning, cooking, eating, sleeping and still have time to paint at all. I know why I was so productive weeks ago, I had given up cleaning, sleeping and eating, and I had ignored the bathroom problems. How does one strike a balance AND handle the dramas life will invariably dish out?
I am sure I don't know, but if and when I come up with any answers, I'll let you know.