Art must wound and stab us...
...must be the axe for the frozen seas inside us...
My soul is alternately riddled with angst, trepidation, fear, and heartache; as well as excitement, confidence, joy, and hopefulness...
48 hours 'til the bomb goes off...
48 hours 'til the gallery opens its doors, and I'll pass through the threshold between being a hopeful artist to being a professional artist...
...must be the axe for the frozen seas inside us...
My soul is alternately riddled with angst, trepidation, fear, and heartache; as well as excitement, confidence, joy, and hopefulness...
48 hours 'til the bomb goes off...
48 hours 'til the gallery opens its doors, and I'll pass through the threshold between being a hopeful artist to being a professional artist...
Corona Faire has me derailed for the next couple of weekends yet, but I'm going to do what it takes to make it to this.