I am mostly feelings today. I have few thoughts.
I flood with memories.
I do small concrete manageable tasks that come to my attention, bypass tasks that might need initiative or self-discipline.
I paint for a few minutes.
My hands have a need to move paint across a canvas after a week of using colored pencils, pastels, and ink pens. I reach for a 12x16" canvas, the largest support I've used in months. I grab a palette knife and dive in.
I spread a bright red underlayer on my canvas.
Enough for today.
|saying goodbye 1, 10/26/15|
work in progress