Is it New Year already ?
A whole week in – I’m wearing purple and green – does that count ?
I make no special resolution.
Every night I’m full of resolutions; they lay thick on my wrists; they drip from my fingers. If I could live in that first hour after bed, what I wouldn’t accomplish!
I played with beads yesterday evening instead of finishing the painting. Feet to the fire ! I should finish the painting ! The resolutions were flying.
Have you followed a butterfly’s flight ? Perhaps my attention bears too much resemblance. Does painting fit with that ?
I landed on a new name: Curiosity Artist.
It will have to be enough.