I was feeling sluggish again, dragging myself across the paper, tightening up some things that need to be tightened. The freshness is gone, but it’s ok, this is the end. Ideally I’d like the energy to still be there but it’s not happening today. Has it been my lack of sleep lately or is it just that evening hump where I would usually go home and make dinner during. I’m not in a regular routine yet. I’m all over the place. I need a steady routine like Giacometti, or a professional athlete. One thing I do know is that if I just keep at it I’ll find my groove. Like in football practice again, you get your form down, technique, you do the same drills over and over again in practice until it’s routine, until you don’t even have to think about it anymore, you just do it. The drawing is like the week of practice before the game. You know the game plan, you know what you have to do, but all that matters is what you do during the game (the painting). And all that practice does is get you ready, because there’s always the unexpected, the things practice can’t get you ready for, it’s what separates the good from the great, the men from the boys; the ability to adjust. So now it’s Saturday and we’ve gone over everything there is to go over before the game. Just some last minute details to go over. Reiterating but by no means an intense workout, watch some more film, go over the game plan, and you’re ready. As ready as you’re gonna be at least. Ready enough to not think about it so much, slip into a gear hopefully. Anyway, the drawing must be done.
"I work all the time. Not that I want to, but I’m addicted. My brother sits for me from noon to 1:30. Then I sort of work on those things. Then I take an hour for a bite to eat next door. My wife sits for me from 4:00 until dark. Then I start again. I have coffee and at 9:00 I work again until midnight… I have to go to bed at 3am to be more or less on my feet the next day. It’s slavery."
-Giacometti
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