There has been a dark cloud looming this weekend, and it has nothing to do with the weather outside.
A heaviness, that has manifested itself in unwarranted anger and unexpected tears and I have no real idea why.
I blame it on the full moon, some hormone surge, a sinus headache or stress from work perhaps…
Of course, no matter the darkness, my day (weekend) has been better than the kangaroo I saw yesterday morning.
Probably the loser of a too close encounter with a motor vehicle, it’s lifeless body a warning to others on the side of the road to art class.
But class went well, despite the mood. A new project started.
As you can hopefully see, I am once again painting chickens.
I m not even really sure why I am attempting to write today..
The very helpful number cruncher that now appears every time I open this blog chastises me now with a graph informing me of just how few times I have actually posted lately. Last month it was one time only.
Once I was a daily blogger, excited to come and share and interact and simply immerse my self in this world.
Now I wonder if anybody would even miss me if I stopped…
It’s now less than 4 months until our big trip. A trip only happening because of the friends and contacts I have made in this world
Everything is booked. And pretty much paid for.
But there is nothing really to tell you about yet.
Most of you still here would already have seen this weeks art. On Facebook, or instagram or twitter.
What is left to talk about?
What do you want to know?
Why does it feel like I am trying to resuscitate a blog already too far gone?
My hands are cold, the washing machine has stopped and the words wont flow.
The silence is deafening