I glued my thumb to the worktable this morning and just sat with it for a minute
Not a metaphor. I mean actually glued. Cyanoacrylate, which is of course the one that sets before you can blink. Thumb, index finger, and a good solid square of tabletop bonded together like we were meant to be.
I sat there for maybe forty seconds just looking at it. Not panicking. Just thinking, alright, this is where I am now. This is the situation. I have committed to this table in a way I hadn't planned.
The acetone was three meters away in the other room. I could have rocked and reached. Instead I just sat. Sometimes you make a decision and the decision is: wait.
Eventually I peeled myself off. Left a good bit of skin behind. The table doesn't seem to mind.
I mention this only because so much of the talk about studio practice is about discipline and flow states and intention. And sometimes it's just, you glue yourself to your own table and you sit there like an idiot for a minute because that's what the moment requires.
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This is so relatable it hurts 😂 I once superglued a brush handle to my palette and just stared at it like "well, this is my life now." The moment of acceptance before you do anything about it is strangely peaceful.
Glad you got free! That acetone walk of shame is real.
Exactly. That little gap between the accident and the solution, it's not panic, it's just... acknowledgement. You've been stopped and now you have to reckon with it.
The brush handle is a good one. You're not going anywhere and neither is it. Peaceful is the right word. Absurd, too, which helps.
That pause is the best part. You're stuck, you know how to get unstuck, but first you have to acknowledge the stupidity of the situation. A little ritual of humility before the acetone.