The answer came in a dream (oil on linen).
It’s slow and steady. Steady and slow.
And sloooow. But steady.
Trying to keep my head in the 2 weeks remaining. Handing cards to friends and relatives, and finding good places to just leave them, hoping they will find their way into the right hands. Getting a bit excited, and looking forward to having a drink at the opening. If just for the sake that I will have finished the work and can breathe for a bit.
And speaking of heads. We have all come down with a shocker of a summer cold. I am feverish and shaky. It is 34 degrees outside. It is hot. I am hotter. I am suffering. I am tired.
Yesterday was spent in a frenzy of painting, and it was great, but today I think I need to just go and lie in a cool corner somewhere. I’ll catch you later…