It has been a hard couple of months. I din't notice how much it effected me until I started painting and noticed I stopped painting for a few weeks...maybe months. I slowed down which I hate doing. I know I'm my worst critic. My cat is kidney stone free now after a few months of medicine. My job has been fucking awful. My boss who I am sometimes friends with has been freaking out all summer...so of it is understandable and others is his life is shitty but this is not about him....it's about me. hmmmmm....
I don't know what I should be painting. I put that suitcase back in my closet because I hated it. A child told me my work was ugly and I stopped for a bit. Not sure why I took advice from a child. I'm sure ugly is his main word he uses to describe everything and a credit card company sent my dead child of 8 years a credit card application. It all just feels heavy. I just need to find my center.
The road is ........a universe in a second and has no feet to leave prints.
