I am exhausted this first week of school, and knew it would be difficult. How difficult… very. In fact, I have not had the energy or inspiration to settle in to a drawing, much less paint it.
Tonight I didn’t compromise, but I relied on an old standby; me. What better way to express this fatigue than with color, lines and mood.
I like persevering and holding a big brush.
We turn around and find pinholes,
water streams of light,
and took our lives.
With sounds of snorts
am I searching,
in this season of
upon them long
that stole our loves –
Give back our dreamers.
Lend to us more – for years
(written in 2012) (sketched today)