I’ve been fighting off a nasty lung infection for the last two weeks, and it’s left me too weak to even pick up a brush.
The heat in my head has created some very odd dreams – Eiffel towers in the mountains, watching my lungs break apart in the wind. I’ve been keeping a sketchbook and pen on the couch to keep track of it all as Thing2 hovers next to me, nursing every little cough and sniffle..
So sorry to read this, prayers for good health soon so you can get back to all the wonders of art, family and life!