Where is the art?

This is is the kind of weather I relish.  Low 70's, low humidity, ample sunshine, light breezes.  Even though I've been fighting a cold for a week, the weather is enough to make me smile.

I haven't been working on art since I moved.  I really don't feel that I'm settled enough.  Although I am comfortable in my new home (and finally have my last two kitchen chairs), I'm not satisfied with arrangements of things.  I still have a bunch of boxes to get rid of, and most of those boxes carry some form of art supply.  If I'm really honest with myself, though, I don't really need ALL those supplies to create. 

I really do have what I need already, in a tub specially designated.

So what is stopping me?

Personally I think it's sheer laziness.  I'm making excuses because I am feeling guilty at not being productive.  I was productive in my last place because there really wasn't that much else to do.  I couldn't lounge on the couch like I've been doing because I had covered the couch with art supplies.  I couldn't sit in one chair because it was covered with paper.  Another chair was too uncomfortable.  So I spent most of my time sitting upright at the worktable (that I left behind because I felt it was too rigid and big for the new place) and after a while just sitting there was boring (and uncomfortable).  So I worked.

Now I have a couch that I won't allow myself to cover with stuff.  And a comfy chair that will only hold a cat or myself or friends. 

I've been telling myself that all will be well once I have a new worktable.  But there's always the kitchen table.  And if I have everything I truly need in one tub, what's the problem?  I even have a vinyl tablecloth with which I can cover the damn table to protect it.

Excuses, excuses.  Getting in the way.

I've got to get to work.

later,
lin