I feel like I’m stuck in a time warp! All I want to do is be in this room making art (or upstairs writing), but instead I scrape paint. Day after day.
Not yet After:
Is this progress? Because it feels like a chaotic step backward! Still, I am envisioning the golden grain of the hearth, the gleam of the doors, the texture of the plaster walls refreshed with the lightest of blue paints. And in the meantime…
…I can play this beauty!