just do the work

 I didn't actually get the pleasure of reading the article that said what the title is refering to but it's a good mantra.

It had something to do with art and that there is no mystery on how to make it in the art world. Just do the work and it will work out for you. Suggesting of course there is no magical situation where someone is blessed with mad skill from the onset and that the only way to get to where you want in the art world is do to the hours. 

It will work out in the end - whatever your outcome your seeking. 

So now - I want to become a commercial artist - and I'm slowly developing what my subject matter is going to be about. I think the notion of tackling blackness and Africaness has always been on my mind. Just difficult for me to articulate into a single clear tanglible thread. 

But Vusi came to me with something I think might actually work for the NFT side of things. He petitioned the queen of england to bring back our ancestors bones. 

@BBOB_Zimbabwe

that's the whole premise - to get the museums to do the right thing and give our artifacts back. Which has me wondering what the state of our museums are like. I suppose that is something that shall come to the fore when we get them bones back. 

27 skulls and over 2600 artifacts is what we are going to be asking for. I wonder if there is more from other countries. Who has what of our heritage? I'll be making some skulls and sketches of artifacts as soon as I can. I think if I can do about 15 drawings a day of these things on the tablet - I could get better at drawing digitally and possibly post some for the NFT space. This resonates with me. By the end of the year I should have a full collection ready to publish. 

We also caught covid. So like the weakling that I am when faced with a man flu I buckled and nearly died from sheer stupidity. 

We got tested first thing in the morning after we found out that mum and dad tested positive. We tested negative so I proceeded with the renovations at the house. I pushed myself to the point where I was still pushing after the bloody fever was trying to tell me to chill the fuck out. 

By the time I got to bed - I was cooking - so so fucking hot and delirious. My skin was crawling and I couldn't even tuck myself into bed. Which 'coz of our squatting situation meant that I was on the futon. My room was not designed to absorb 3 people. Me and Linah and Linah can barely fit in the room 'coz the cupboards are packed with stuff and there is a cot we no longer utilise since Ariko is too tall for it and the futon - doesn't leave much room for much else. 

I think I need to get a text to speach thing. Just so I can dictate these little notes - it would go so much faster.