So anyways...
I fired my muse. I didn't want to, but I had to. It was just one of those things. So for now, the paintings I started will remain unfinished until who knows when.
And I feel like. I feel like I'm getting back pieces of myself that I lost almost a year ago. And hopefully I'll be whole again before this whole thing is over. It'll be good not always feeling like I'm scattered into a million pieces.





I've been amusing once in a
I've been amusing once in a while, but never a muse. At least that I know of.