The 10€ permament marker

Last weekend, I fulfilled a minor dream prophecy, which required me to buy this, the biggest permanent marker they had at the corner shop/post office.

two views of a huge permanent marker, one next to two persimmons, one in my hand.

an item I own now. Persimmons for scale.

While I was sick with Covid and annoyed that I couldn't move in yet I had a half-asleep daydream of taping packing paper to the wall and drawing this image:

a piece of packing paper taped to a wardrobe door. on it is drawn a stack of three squares carried on a profusion of legs

And now I have done so. It's satisfying to give in to a whim and it's maybe even more satisfyingto own an overdimensional permanent marker. Apart from that I discovered the vital secondary purpose of a studio, i.e. eating persimmons and drinking tea on the floor with your friends.

a view of tea and snacks on the floor and the hands of two people busy with applying nailpolish

A tube of no-nails glue

a desk strewn with watercolours and paint markers and sticker sheets

This week, though, I've been enjoying solitude here in my free time. Very A Room of Ones Own and so on. I finished off some water colours that are gifts for friends, I have drunk several litres of rooibos tea, I've made a handfull of stickers, I've found cloth roses and cute little jugs on the street and put them decoratively around the place, and today I glued the legs back onto a recalcitrant Ikea table that's supposed to be my collage space.

Now I'm sittig here at the end of my work day with all my dream prophecies and immediate WIPs done and am feeling a little at a loss at what to start. I have some canvases that I could throw paint at. I could do some more watercolouring. Perhaps this is the moment to start back on the collage poetry project that's been waiting for me to have physical and mental space.

I suspect once I get a few things started a routine will develop. Whenever I'm waiting for some paint or glue to dry I'll have something else on the go to turn to. I'll figure out how I want to write about things here, too. And perhaps I'll feel less enchanted by the place after a while, but right now I'm feeling all a-flutter just to be here. Maybe I want to tape some of my permatrace to the window and trace a little fragment of the view.

I have nevertheless been doing my best to be sensible and take into account my much depleted energy reserves, and therefore I will sign off now and go home and eat dinner. I guess.

current
mood: hungry
music: "Pretty Things" – Rufus Wainwright
questions:
Can I wake up early enough to come here for an hour or two before work tomorrow or is that a foolish edeavour