Painting

Long day full of stupidity and the doldrums. And finally, I got to create. But I missed being by my husband. He is so fucking gorgeous. I love that I am awake right now, 2:26 am, playing, creating, but I mourn that I am not in bed, feeling him breathe next to be.

This evening's creation, after 8 hours of work, and 3+ hours of GRE prep.

 

 

Invisible are the Nietzsche quotes written in the ribs, the texture, the layers. Still could use so much more. But not too bad for a most definite amateur.

I miss you boy. I'm coming to cuddle with you now. Thank you for letting me be me. 

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Next day, 10:31 AM: I have no recollection of having written this. None.