Those of you who are My Fair Lady aficionados might be familiar with Hymn to Him, the lyrics of which never failed to get active appreciation from my dad. The words from one line bubble up to capture the way I'm feeling in this moment—not for the first time this year, I might add, and not for the first time when posting here, my head is stuffed with cotton, hay, and rags.
I am worn to a frazzle, at risk of becoming nothing but [an] exasperating, irritating, vacillating, calculating, agitating, maddening and infuriating hag!
And that is all I have to say about my response to challenges today.
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About the art: I sat down yesterday and plonked out this part-blind-contour part-neurographic drawing exercise and felt all the better for its wonkinesses.
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Be Curious but Not Invested or Hellbent 5 x 6"; ink, watercolor, acrylic, and oil pastel on card stock floral 2022 |
4 comments:
Smiling, laughing, remembering.... 🙏🙏🙏
Sheila, thanks for smiling, laughing, remembering with me!
I've been playing a tiny bit with watercolor recently and thinking of you. Much for me to learn.
I hope your head has cleared! Beautiful basket of posies to make anyone smile!
My head HAS cleared! Thank you! Smiling with you—a tisket a tasket a basket of posies!
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