As busy as I’ve kept myself, there are some things I’ve neglected.

I haven’t been much inspired to paint. And that’s a shame, because I love painting. It’s meditation. It’s therapy. It’s time out of time.

I finished exactly one piece during the last year-plus. I call it Frozen. (Read into that what you will.)

I may be on the verge of getting back into painting. Then again, I may not. I’m not judging myself for it, either way. I think that’s about the kindest thing I can do for myself regarding that pursuit.

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