Diary of an Artist.
I’m so tired, I had to make my aching fingers, wilted hands and befuddled brain turn on my iPad and make an attempt to tap away at another diary entry. I’m exhausted.
For the first time in what feels like an age, I painted for 4 hours straight, on the floor of my bedroom, uncomfortably repositioning my body over and over again, never finding comfort. My wrist still has a deep crease in it…