JOURNALS

Tuesday rolled in with its usual mix and maybe a pinch more unpredictability. The morning dance involved juggling a print package and some sneaky edits to the Daynotes video before the clock struck a reminder for lunch—time for a walk to clear the head and a momentary escape to the pub with a book in hand. The agenda? A whispered promise to myself to brush up on the Artist Statement and maybe, just maybe, dabble in some code. But as with all things, the best-laid plans often take a backseat when life decides to throw in a twist.

This Tuesday was no exception. Rather than diving headfirst into the sea of code and words for the Artist Statement, I found myself shipping out a print order. Ah, the joys of tangible achievements; there's something satisfying about sending a piece of my world into someone else's. Yet, this departure from the plan wasn't to be the day's only detour. An impromptu catch-up with Nixie over a late lunch proved to be the day's highlight. It’s funny how plans crumble, but often for the better.

I had swung by the old studio in the morning, the baton of past and present changing hands in my mind as I settled down to flesh out the Artist Statement. And then...distraction in the form of human connection. Not that I'm complaining. The break was lovely, a little oasis of social interaction in what's been a desert of solitude and screen time.

This unexpected turn of events meant the pen plotting code became a mirage, something I sought but never reached. As for the Artist Statement, I managed to hammer out the first draft before Nixie and the late lunch. There’s a strange comfort in knowing I've got the bones of it down; now it's just a case of refining and stripping back—sculpting with words until it reveals the essence of my artistic pursuits.

And then, the late return to the studio at 8:30pm. Just in time to ponder over the day, to acknowledge that this Tuesday wasn’t quite what I envisioned yet somehow, it felt right. It wasn’t the most productive day in the traditional sense, but the late lunch with Nixie, the brief respite from the onslaught of tasks, offered a different kind of fulfillment.

Productivity isn't always measured in outputs and achievements. Sometimes, it’s in the unplanned moments, the breaks, the connections. It's in the spaces between our plans where life breathes into our days, reminding us that while art is my expression, living wholly is the true masterpiece.

Here’s to the unpredictable symphony of the everyday. Until the next note.