Day Twenty: Reduced to a Postcard

The new painting is so demanding. All I can do is cater to its demands. It is developing nicely, as long as my hand stays steady. So many tiny pencil marks, my eyes squint and stare. Even now, sitting here I can barely type, the call is so loud, it sounds like longing.

So, in that vein, I pushed out a postcard today. Whom shall I send it to:

January 20: watercolor and sharpie on watercolor postcard paper. (4"x6")

"There is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so" -Shakespeare