I make my 3rd cup of tea today. My house is a disaster. He's in Europe for two weeks and my apartment has turned into an unsupervised tornado of paint splatters and used tea bags.
I have dived into my hole, absorbed by the colors. The textures, each emotion underneath the one before that. Each moment complicates and captivates the one on top of the other.
Another sip of tea. My tea needs to be boiling hot. It needs to hurt so good. Oh, and it does. Yes.
I've been working on one piece over and over for two days now. I've decided to walk away, at least till it dries. I'm still learning to be patient. I need to understand my process more. I'll get there.. nothing worse than waiting for paint to dry. (literally & figuratively)
Another sip of tea.
Welcome to my 2018 so far..