This is how I have been spending my last two mornings - trying to move hundreds of photographs of my paintings from where they are currently stored, into Photoshop Elements 8. Thousands of photographs are waiting to be transferred to their new Photoshop home as well. I've been procrastinating about this chore for weeks.
Since I have never been technically, electronically or digitally adept (being more of a right-brain, creative type than a left-brain, logical one), I find I am somewhat challenged by even the basic steps. Grrrrrhhhh. I really have to exercise persistence and patience to manoeuvre my way through all the instructions, steps, terminology, missteps, oopsies, accidental deletions, etc. etc.
Sitting here doing this sort of work forces my brain into areas it prefers to leave dormant. I just want to paint! I don't want to catalogue my paintings! I just want to take marvelous photographs! I don't want to sort them into catalogues, albums, sub-albums! I don't want to have to assign tags or labels and certainly not captions! My musculature tenses in silent rebellion. This is not my 'default modus operandi'! I am an 'artiste'! (That's a joke, peeps.) I think I have raised my blood pressure with my mental and physical resistance to all this left-brain cataloguing. I will be able to handle editing. That is so much more creative. Why editing is enjoyable and fun. Creating order, files, lists, catalogues, catagories, tags, labels IS NOT.
I even purchased a 600 page manual to accompany me through this dark and dingy, foreign territory.....but it seems to be the actual hands-on doing, failing and retrying that is getting me where I want to go. This is probably a very good exercise for my recalcitrant, resistant self........to be forced to use areas of my brain that prefer to sleep. But my ornery self will not go quietly and seems to need a break to whine and complain. Thank you for listening. I think I feel better now. (Not! I still have many more miles to travel dragging all my creative works to their new abide.)
Yes, I'd rather be painting. In fact, given the choice I'd rather clean a bathroom. Oh, what a good idea - I must clean a bathroom right now. Organization, order, files, albums, categories, frustration and boredom will have to wait. I know I can find a toilet to clean. And then another....and another. Why didn't I think of that before? There's nothing orderly or left-brain about toilet cleaning. Why I can squirt liquids, swirl brushes, make bubbles, splash, flush, dance around and sing.....It's almost as good as painting!