ahhhhhh...

i'm glad it's friday. it's been a weird week. fun... but weird. lucky for me, a storm of painting has graced me and, ever since i went to see my buddy rebecca, i've been on a hot streak. something is moving again. and forward. the rain went away and i've been free to loll around in my oils. and at night i go back and forth between my black gouache, black yarn, and the black type of novels underneath my black blanket. black black black. but not dismal. not depressed. just quiet. and learning. i'm trying to let this strange year to simmer down; snip its overgrowth and make room for new and better days. i can't believe christmas is a week from today. it doesn't feel that close and i wish it weren't. it'd be nice to have just a bit more time.