I need to touch this up. The hands look sunburned. There needs to be more contrast. Getting there....

I pulled away from faces because I just felt so redundant, but it's just a signature for me--I don't know. I don't even sign my work, in my mind if it's a face it's mine. That's how weird I'm getting. But this was such a mess originally. I started with markers, then went to water solubles/caran de arche, then acrylic then collage then titan white. A mess and back, but a fun ride.

Going way looser, liking it more again. Love this song, whether it was waking up with babies, sick children and now hormones, or it'sjust the fact that I am a perpetual insomniac, I will always be a daysleeper. Something about being a daysleeper makes you feel endlessly out of pace with the rest of the world. Bleary-eyed, slow processing, "i'm sorry what did you say?" kind of person. I am she, or is it her, no sleep last night....


Wanted to upload second page but my computer is being quirky again. All spun up with anxiety today. Finally made myself sit down and finish this journal page, listened to music and anxiety abated. I don't know why I fought painting all day today, I was tired, then I convinced myself I'd rather read. Gotta fight the beast any way I can. Music and art are the best therapy for me.