I’m really terrible about maintaining a blog.
I wish I had things to show you. I didn’t even really take any photos when I was visiting New York. That’s not to say that there weren’t things to take photos of, I just found myself getting too caught up in the actuality of doing/being/breathing/wandering/absorbing, that I kind of… Well. I forgot.
Not much of an artist (that is something I will forever maintain).
I am too easily distracted, have too short an attention span. I don’t know if it’s the anemia or something else entirely. My brain is fuzzy.
Aside from one ultra-important-and-beautiful-project, I’ve been sticking to very small works. Scribbling and scratching.
I’ve also been breaking things. Not intentionally. Ceramic deer just fall off my windowsill and shatter. Picture frames crash off of Goodwill shelves at my approach.
So. I don’t really know what that’s all about.