Thor: [walking into a pet shop] I need a horse! Thor: [walking into a pet shop] I need a horse!Pet Store Clerk: We don’t have horses. Just dogs, cats, birds.Thor: Then give me one of those large enough to ride.
It’s Thor’s Day today
Normally Thursdays are meh but today.. today I am travelling around looking for a new house. One with potential studio space in it.
It’s pretty exciting and stressful. The market in London is crazy right now, with houses being bought at top dollar and no home inspections. None. It’s a seller’s market.
I don’t buy houses irrationally, this isn’t my first rodeo. But I still buy houses by feeling. The flow through the space. The light. The possibilities.
Possibilities are exciting to me. How will this house change me? How will the family interact in new spaces? And of course, all routines will be affected since we’re moving into a city for the first time in a decade.
Thor: You know, I had it all backwards. I had it all wrong.Erik Selvig: It’s not a bad thing finding out that you don’t have all the answers. You start asking the right questions.Thor: For the first time in my life, I have no idea what I’m supposed to do.
But one thing I know.. I’m moving my studio back into the house.
I’m a night owl. A sufferer of insomnia. And I have the most energy between 7pm and midnight. Being in the studio here has killed my production. I have no desire to drive back here after dinner. I can’t wander out to paint if I’m seeing the wrong end of 2am either.
I love this space. Not the neighbours (god no) but the space. It’s a good space.
But it’s not working. And it’s time I stop and just acknowledge that I’m dying inside with an imposed 10am-6pm work schedule. And I can’t get everything done.
So this Thor’s Day, I’m looking for luck, strength and a nod from a certain Asgardian so that I can find and buy the right space and get back to my painting groove.
I miss my painting nights surrounded by my kids and in a space I feel good in. I miss being in the groove.
Here goes everything!
[Thor brings a drunken Selvig home]Jane Foster: What happened?Thor: He’s fine! We drank, we fought – he made his ancestors proud!