The only bit of my dream I can remember from last night consists of me being in this crappy hotel restaurant I keep finding myself in. I know there's a series of successively better restaurants on higher floors, but I'm stuck in the small one with bad service and terrible food and I don't know how I got there.
I listened to Joni Mitchell last night on my way to sleep, and it was consoling and thought provoking. My ability to deal with my emotions in a productive way is aided by a small foray into softness, and a realization that I am not as alone as I feel. I need to not let my frustrations get to me so deeply, but I know that at the same time being able to feel so deeply is a gift I should not set aside just because it isn't always appreciated. I need to reassess my tempering and timeliness.
My video paintings are coming along, but I realize I have notions I need to address within them that are being held back. Issues of transition and translation, and the reconstitution of broken compartmentalizations must be acquired.
On these notes, I have work to do.