|Not quite finished, but not too bad for art between naps.|
And that was it. Kept my eyes open long enough to see Brande fired by Mr. Trump, then deep, deep sleep of one nursing a cold. Either that or the boredom of prime time TV.
Today was no different ~ well, except for naps. And fluids. Slow Time was spent in the studio inking the flowers and plants mentioned. I get especially lost in the stippling ~ the teeny-tiny dots that form the shape and shading of things done in ink. Soothing, repetitive action within the confines of lines was the perfect antidote to the general malaise. Hopefully, tomorrow will see at least a walk. Too much vegetation will certainly turn me into a substance not easily remolded.