Sunday, October 20, 2013

Despair in the morning, Whistling for Fish

It is that way some mornings. Some evenings. Some days. Making work re-organizes my brain in to a beauty mode. Its a fight occasionally. At times there are disparaging thoughts that try to distract me & I have to bring myself back to the process of making. Little wee houses perched high on top of things. Hard to get to, hard to leave.

No comments: