Procrastination, anxiety, using a timer to overcome lethargy, showing off my hair. Friends.
Two self-portraits (really a before and after), a teatime spread, and the realization that I am both a dog and …
I like it, but I may have painted myself into a conceptual corner. Also it's moving week.
The least successful of my daily paintings to date. Maybe.
From now until we leave Boston, I'll be doing one watercolor painting each day.
I reflect on the past two years of working full-time, from home, as a writer and artist.
I resort to a coloring book to motivate myself. I think it's working.