In short, I've been sleeping and painting and walking and contemplating and, I'll admit, crying a bit, too.
Now, before you start getting all weepy about my weeping, let me assure you that I'm fine. FINE.
It's just that sometimes depression hops on my shoulders, hangs out too long and the weight of it is too much to bear.
But fear not. There is a light at the end of this dark tunnel.
During all my brooding, I finished a painting!
As an artist, you really need to be a fan of your own work. I dig this painting so much that I don't even care if you do. Really. Sure, it would be nice to get compliments. I'm a fan of compliments. (And might I say, dear reader, that you are looking ravishing this evening.) But even if you think "This girl has LOST it. What the hell is that? Is that suppose to be a chandelier? I don't get it," it's all good. I'm gonna keep on rolling. Why? Because when I look at this painting it makes me smile.
And if you want it to make you smile, too, buy it here.
Then I'll REALLY smile.