binding my anger
sitting around counting things: blessings, days, hopes&dreams, votes, whatever
be not afraid to be fierce when necessary
night owl, daydreaming
is it roses, or a closeup of noses
knots, zippers, fireworks to bring in another cycle in the markers of time
every ending is also a beginning, even imaginary edges are in some way real
I was thinking about how I had gotten to the end of the day and not yet made my picture, and I still wanted to settle in and spend an hour or two playing in paint. I felt the squeeze of time.