10/29/2021
Study of self, mixed media on arches paper. 23x31cm/9x12”
Watching while the wind whimpers words, waters wailing when we walk our ways into wishful wombs of winter. The window of wisdom weeps with the weather. We, wilfully wiping the wedged wrath of what was, wondering who will warm us wholly and worthy. Writing wars on willing white wh**es, waiting while we wain. Wearing whispers.
We were whole, weren’t we?
I’m doing fine generally and sometimes not so much, to all of you inquiring and wondering. This quick sketch is what I feel like doing some of the time, when I feel as crappy as this piece 🤷🏼♀️ (might be temporary) Instead I work, mainly on my house and only a bit of painting and some practice drawing. It’s funny how I tend to want to say sorry for my absence, there’s nothing to be sorry about, I’m just not feeling social and especially not social media social. It seems the longer I stay away, the harder it gets to come back. I just really enjoy being alone a lot of the time and connect with some I love from time to time. I want to catch up with all your beautiful work and I don’t feel I have the space at the moment. I hope you’ll be patient with me. If I have to try too hard to be on here it doesn’t feel right, I have to feel it.
The original photo will be available on Patreon, link in bio.
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