Time Is but Clay
Goes the wheel.
Another year rolls away from our grasp, and how can we stop ourselves from looking back at how we spent our time? I’ve long been a proponent of going easy on ourselves in this respect. There are two reasons. First, time wasted can’t be regained, and time well spent requires no judgment or criticism. Second, in the grand scheme of things, in a cosmic time scheme of the history and future of the universe, nothing any individual accomplishes amounts to a pile of crisp ant droppings. We make the rules, so we get to say how our pathetic and appallingly miniscule handful of years gets used up. It makes just as much sense to be joyful that we have a chance to experience life at all as it does to be miserable about the futility of ambition.
I’ve been learning how to do landscape renderings quickly, which is no picnic for a meticulous perfectionist, I can tell you. But clients won’t wait for perfection, they just want an idea of what their yard is going to look like. The work is demanding, but exhilarating. To be under a forty-eight hour deadline gives new meaning to the adjective “crushing.” It’s like Dave Sim used to say, though, “first you get good, then you get fast, then you get good and fast.” I’m still working on getting good at this.
Happy New Year. There’s, erm, quite a lot more to be posted here in 2005. I’m just sayin’.
