Fall Not Apart
I have swept up and cleaned out the studio. It was starting to resemble a post-apocalyptic scene involving the little magic porridge pot, or magic pudding, or something, but without the magic. I must have secret cat genes - stacks of boxes too: they always seem so potentially useful. Hallelujah for pixels. What to do with all the canvases? Hand them out as Halloween treats? Burn party?! Bad for the atmosphere. Paint them all white. And start again...because I cannot stop.
Only a few days left of Inktober now.
I miss walking the hounds through the orange and red fall leaves and can still feel the crunch of the dry brown ones and cannot find that picture and why can’t I and it’s frustrating.
