Fresh Bread

Today, I am contemplating beginning a new daily project.

This came about from attempting to walk with Mum to the Marina Mall (my parents apartment is on the marina, and we had no car today) in order to pick up my reading glasses so I can actually see life out of a non-crooked frame. I started noticing people tilting their heads the same way my glasses tilted as they looked at me with my old frames on. I guess thats what I get for having wooden frames, wood warps.

Well our first attempt to go and pick them up failed, as it was far too hot to walk there, so before getting too far, we decided not to carry on and stopped at a restaurant for a cold salad on the patio instead. There was a lovely breeze to ease the heat, and it turned out to be a much better idea. After walking back up to the apartment, we flopped around for a while unsure of what to do next. Went back down to the grocery store to get some fresh fruit (and waste time), came back up again, lounged around some more... As I was flipping through the channels on TV, I saw Julie and Julia was JUST starting. Perfect, one of our favourites. This movie however makes me crave freshly baked bread and churned silky butter. A la Francaise! So back down I went, to the bakery section for fresh bread. I ran back up (probably looking like a starved crazy lady) and started thinking of the commitment this girl had, despite a really boring government job, to do something, everyday, that is just for her. 500 odd recipes, 365 days. Now seemingly I already do this because I paint and draw anyway. But the idea to set a deadline with a goal seems to be something that is calling to me, while creating something that at the end of it would relate to each other (not just independent pieces of work). My dilemma now however lies in the subject matter. 365 days is a good time frame to create something daily, with a really strong outcome at the end. I attempted the recipe thing, but when you live alone, everyday can be an adventure in terms of cooking, and it usually is anyway, so the challenge in it was out the window. I want to create something visual.

I am considering a visual diary (to be posted as a blog online as well) of myself, everyday, for 365 days. This may seem rather narcissistic, but for the non-artists who are reading this, I promise you it is a very tedious process staring at yourself for self-portraits for hours at a time. OCADU demanded endless self-portraits, and my last one consisted of words, I was too sick of looking at myself to make another one. Not to mention the idea of having to truly face myself on a daily basis, where I cannot hide from whatever it is I am feeling, as I tend to do. I will have to fully digest my thoughts at that time, and really embrace my feelings, emotions, and thoughts to create an accurate image. I will have to consider the colour of my soul on that day, the colour of my aura, including my health.

The question is, When do I begin?