Confusions of Day and Night

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“Are you happy with it?” she asked.

“I mean, yea.” But I was going to hedge. “Although I have no idea what I’d do if I make another one.”

“Oh, I’m sure we’ll come up with something good.”

And she was probably right, a balm against the anxiety of unexpected influence and pressure of how this would become a past I’d be working against. We’d worked on it together, and that had made all of the difference.

I had been looking at with surprise, at how well it had worked out just limiting it to the one color.

And perplexed and surprised by how I’d ended up with all that negative space, influenced — I think — by the Magritte confusions of day and night:

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Inertial Force

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“You aren’t very good at taking breaks,” my sister commented, seated next to me at her kitchen table.

“Hmm,” I responded, not ready to admit that I wasn’t good at anything, just barely feeling like I was good at the design I’d just finished.

I was still looking at the screen and clicking back through tabs to uncover the images that I had very hastily borrowed from the internet to create the draft. I’d been so preoccupied and fretting really about what the hell I was going to do for this t-shirt design, from the moment I agreed to make it, two weeks ago, and now that I had what admittedly wasn’t all that bad (for a couple of hours of work) I wasn’t exactly ready to move on to the other tasks that I very much still needed to tackle.

Like eating dinner.

“No, I’m not. Especially when I’m doing something visual, I just get sucked into it once I finally start.”

Like Newton’s second or third law; the equal and opposite reaction to procrastination was an inertial force difficult to ply yourself away from, once you’d made it past the first law. As difficult to stop as it was to begin.

I closed the screen shut and began to put the machine into my backpack and thanked my sister for the help.

“Sure, although I’m not certain I did anything.”

“No, you totally helped. Sure, I didn’t do exactly what you’d suggested, but you totally got me going in this direction.”

Not like I had really done all that much either — listened to her idea, liked it, and not only because it was a clear concept rather than the half-dozen, half-finished ideas that had been floating around in my mind.