These days i spend most of my time trying to keep my mind busy …or dosed with a night time sleep aid. The reality i’ve made for myself is crushing my hopes for the future. I find myself being of little comfort to those needing consolation. Or even able to play along with those who are already happy. I don’t want to be the “whoa-is-me” person bringing everyone down, and yet…
I’m retreating to my studio to make stuff. To get out the sadness in order to find the happiness. It’s there somewhere.
I’ll end this post with 2 images of recent prints i made on that newfangled Gelli plate.
Both gifts. Both made me briefly happy.