I wrote this whole big thing, and I’m not even going to post it or share it or anything. And it’s burning a hole right through my drafts section.

I kept layering paint because I didn’t feel anything click, and I justified my efforts by telling myself that the bottom layers will show through or give it texture or both. But I put the brush down and don’t see a whole heck of anything showing through, maybe a little, and I notice no significant texture. But it’s late and it’s not all that bright in here, so who knows. 

I should go to bed. I’m tired. But I’ve got things on my mind and my cat is missing. It’s the one with all the fur and teeth. She leaves little stuffed animals at the door. This morning, I woke up to find two mice, a bear, and two dogs—one with bunny ears—in the doorway. 


Other than that, I’m mostly without words. 


Author: uncaged

When Picasso painted a blue Seated Woman in a Chair, he was unconsciously thinking of me.

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