A listless day. The few paintings I had planned for the few open exhibitions and competitions are painted to some degree. I have album work to ideally do, new videos for the new album, but that can wait, and it feels artless; the unsatisfying medium of film in a world where video is ubiquitous and even the most fantastical video effect passé. Music work should wait until the darker months.
I'll remaster and partially re-record a few albums within the next year: Tree Of Keys, The Modern Game, The Myth Of Sisyphus, and Gunstorm. I need new CDs for Another Violet Night, and Cycles, and maybe some of those new albums too. This can all wait for now.
Today I made small changes to the 'Parents' song again, slightly backing off on some of the changes from a few days ago, then burned the final archive copy and filed Violet as complete. I also filed another half-complete album, The Light Bulb sonata. This too can wait. It may never get completed, it feels too dark and introverted. I made perfect little circular box, like a mini hat box, to store my CDR discs in. An outer box for the plastic cylinder box, to keep the virgin discs in darkness and coolness. I cut two new canvas panels for some of the empty frames I have.
I watched An Inspector Calls, the Alistair Sim film, which I'd never seen. All Alistair Sim films are good, and it was indeed wonderful.
I need new CDR discs, new paints, new resin crystals, money to enter the compeitions; yet have no money. I remind myself that in the twilight of life, the things done for no money feel the most valuable. I'd like to think that my old software and the things I've spent many years on will feel like that to someone one day.
Let us roll our rock up this hill, upon this track, just a little more in this harsh wind. The next bend may reveal some new magic.
