Girl You Know It's True.

 I've been painting all afternoon..(while watching some rather sloppy snow falling...).finishing my "Supergirl" piece that has been stacked against the bookcase waiting for me to come back to it for months...(undoubtedly it is not going to actually be called Supergirl...It'll end up with some obscure title like everything else I do)
I've found a magic formula for working.
...I cannot listen to "good" music while I work. It only distracts me and makes me think far too much- either about the actual painting at hand...or whatever that other shit may be that I'm trying not to think about...
Plus, I tend to kind of lose myself in the really good stuff...and go off wandering for other songs that the song I've just heard has made me think of...in other words...it just gets fucking ridiculous- and there's no one to tell me to sit the fuck down and get back to work... initially I just put on my cheesy playlist to distract myself in general...How jumping around led me to start painting again I don't have a clue...
But as I sing along (I use that term,...fairly loosely...though I have no idea how well I sing...)
to everything from Bobby Brown to Salt N Pepa and through to...whigfield... somehow it it feels as easy as I can only imagine the writing of most of these songs was...
Mixing colours on my hands. Feeling butch as I sharpen pencils with a scalpel...
Who would have thought the key to grasping my tricky elusive artistic capabilities lay in the hands of N'Sync.