For the last week or so, I've been very proud of myself due to my belief that I understood needs of an artist (being one part-time). My belief was centered around the fact that I totally got Rita's need to use someone she sees everyday for the art project and that I was fine with her using me as it.
However I'm not feeling so placid at the moment when mum needs the master bedroom for 6 weeks for her work, and Andrew moved to the living room. With speakers, musical equipment and a keyboard/synthesiser. And that at the moment he's creating in the dark, using all of those thing. And I'm locked out of the living room; and the sofa, television and bookshelves are no longer at my disposal. For the next 6 weeks. Just a tad cranky at the moment.
On another side of things, I have decided to retreat from script frenzy with 60 pages written. And now after such a long time of writing creativity, I need a little bit of artistic creation to go on in my mind. So am hoping to enter the current Deviant Art Competition with a digital piece. We'll how that goes.
Will start editing my art film script soon. It's not finished but I think fiddling with it will set me in the right mood.

Needs of an artist. Never fulfilled.