It was a polar bear kind of day. I made, what I feel is, pretty good progress on my painting. I got a great package in the mail (see the Instagram feed), and I asked for HELP AND RECEIVED IT. I have been leaving myself little notes like a very psychotic being that say "HOW MUCH DO YOU WANT IT?". All over the place. This week, would not be a good week to have an open studio because it looks a lot like I probably need a mental health checkup.
That's okay. It's part of my process.
Today: I feel like Harold (the grisly old polar bear painting) and I are finding a compromise so I will carry on with that. AND I have been brewing coffee in a French press and loving it.