So I did it, I worked an eight hour day this Monday, on art projects. It was good and bad and I came away from it addicted.
It was surprisingly easy for me to keep the mentality of working and being on the clock. I started a little late, had a nice leisurely morning, but when I started I started. Truly I didn't think I had it in me to follow through without external pressure like there is at my normal job.
Nearing the end of the day I was already trying to plan when my next project day would be. I decided to fit in a short two hour session this evening.
The most positive thing about this experiment is that I'm now secure in the idea that if somehow I were able to support myself on art, I could hold up the work ethic required.
The most negative thing was all the sitting down. Normally I'm on my feet all day which I prefer.
And another negative thing was the work I produced. I was watercoloring and all that time spent highlighted my inexperience with the medium. I'm optimistic that I'll improve, and actually finishing a painting is a good feeling even if it went wrong in so many ways. With real time invested I can make the progess needed.
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