mumbling to myself outloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Saturday, April 27, 2013
it baffles me.
I get up, wash and fluff = okay, okay, it will do. but I go out for an hour of sweaty chain saw therapy, tubular art making or pretty much anything dirty and sweaty and, bam, my hair looks glam, my worry dissipate, my grin emerges. I always look my best when I work to some point of exhaustion even when my hair becomes matted with sweat. Makes no sense.