flying days

Intermittent internet and a busy few days... where has the time gone? My promise to myself to study for two hours a day has become half an hour of revision. My drawing stopped at the drawing stage, not a splash of colour added.

Saturday I will look after a booth at the Block pARTy, which will be an interesting experience. I am looking forward to meeting other artists from another culture.

I don't feel like painting. Memories come and go, good and bad, and I am struggling to stay up right when I would expect to be feeling great. I need to go out into the fresh air, to get some exercise, to blow away old cobwebs.

Life is odd, sometimes.

Today I am grateful for contact with far-flung family.