In and done, lickety-split.
My dream is that I will whip out a collection of postcards in no time.
I keep noticing that it has yet to happen that way.
Oh, well.
Today I picked up a card I'd started last week (no lickety-split with this undertaking), and parked myself with some supplies while I listened to an interview posted online. The interview seemed to claim my left brain, making space for my right brain—which held the ink pens and pastels—to wander freely without interference from thoughts. Perfect.
A postcard.
In and done, as slow as molasses in January.
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| The Second Thing Happened Only Three Days After the First 4x5"; latex, acrylic, India ink, collage, and water-soluble pastels on cardstock abstract 2018 [gifted] |
