Emotions run high when I am tired. Or low, to no emotion at all. I guess it depends.
Certainly there is little visible emotion on my surface when I am alone. In the company of others, I feel like a beacon of signals, mixed or otherwise. Or is it that in a group, I am bombarded with errant emotions rampant in the room. I am responsible for my reactions at any moment, so, am I responding in a way that is true to my own ideal?
And then I wake up and start moving again, banishing thoughts for a time to the newness of just now.
Tuesday, May 4: Sharpie and Pen on paper, 9"x12"
I realize how self-indulgent this is, this blog, this daily masturbation of my artist. Sometimes, I am in the mood, sometimes not.
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