at this point, her apartment is less than an apartment. itās been converted
into a studio of sorts, makeshift, with newspaper scattered all over theĀ
floor everywhere but the kitchen and the bathroom. thankfully, thereĀ
arenāt many walls that separate her apartment, leaving it for a veryĀ
tranquil, open space environment; just the sort of atmosphere she needs
to complete the piece that had been driving her mad for days on end,Ā
now.Ā
itās just that every stroke of her brush or every press of the nozzle of
her spray can into the canvas leaves her feeling entirely delirious, andĀ
itās not because of fumes, either. itās because sheās at a bit of an artĀ
block. she hasnāt made anything great in weeks. there have been medi-
ocre pieces here and there, things sheās sold on the streets for five-
or-something dollars to get her through a daily, weekly basis, even.
but none of it can get her through her rent for this month. by the timeĀ
sheās saved some of it, it runs away to other bills, other necessities. soĀ
sheās frustrated.
desperate for a wake up call and a sudden re-entering of her natural,
peaceful artistic climate, she walks over - no, hops over some paintĀ
buckets and palettes all over the floor - to her radio and starts to playĀ
an old ipod of hers. itās not too loud, but some might say itās a littleĀ
bothersome, what with it being nearly three a.m. and all, but jo figures
sheās on good terms with everyone so they wonāt really say anything.Ā
besides, sheāll only have it on for one song.
but about five songs later, the beatles have been playing their greatest
hits and you canāt turn off hey jude. at this point, sheās got a great start
on her painting, better than sheās had in ages. johanna is unstoppable.