O.k. today’s the day I’m giving up painting again.
This seems to happen on a regular basis now.
This is what I feel like.
Pure droopy melodramatical anguish.
Hence, the above, is a small angusishy photo, because I feel small and anguishey.
(Yes, I know that’s not a word but I’m in too much anguish to care).
I might have to give up jewelry too. I haven’t decided yet, but I think it’s killing me. Slowly. In an anguishy kind of way.
I think definitely a time out is in need.
A time out to clean my studio. To get all the dust out of there. To rethink how to get all the fumes out of there. And to reorganize. It looks as though a bomb has hit it.
All you wanna, need to, I’m new to it all but just have to, jewelers out there, pay attention. It’s a dangerous hobby and could kill you at any time – or cause amputation.
Either way, it’s not good, and is certainly an inconvenience.
Don’t let me put you off though. That weird feeling in my chest could just be a panic attack waiting to happen, or indigestion, but my hypochondriacal self knows those are just lies written to assuage my fear of the inevitable.
That I’m dying.
To help you not die, however, take comfort. I have found this website for you.
You can now rest assured that you do not have to become as anguishy as I have.
There is hope.