Discombobulated
One of those days where you just feel disjointed.
I’m waaaaay behind on my daily drawing posts. Mainly because I’m way behind on my daily drawing. I took Sunday and Monday off to reconnect with my partner. I left any remnants of work at home. My drawing supplies were abandoned on the nightstand — where they currently sit as I type.
I suppose I haven’t quite moved back into the full swing of things. When we returned from a very relaxing two days, inclement weather forced me to keep my mini-human home for the day. Rather than a normal or even, semi-normal workday, yesterday was an experiment in homeschooling. It was fun, interesting, challenging, and all the proof that I probably am not cut out for homeschooling full time but perhaps with assistance, maybe.
What does this have to do with my daily drawing? It didn’t get done. I didn’t even write yesterday. However, on Friday, just as I was starting to feel overwhelmed and well, discombobulated.
With a trip coming up, and a child with a hectic schedule to find care for, for two days, I felt like a robot whose parts started to malfunction. So I drew it. In warm grey, cool grey II, and black…I drew a robot. A robot falling apart in some of the same ways I imagined my mind to be — falling apart.
@Diary of An Extra Black Art Chick is an experiment by Melissa A. Matthews to write her way back to her art practice. Follow this account to follow that journey and follow her other account to see what else she’s into.
