Rather than stressing now I can spend most of my time painting when I feel like it and actually catch up on reading - just finished Breakfast at Tiffany's by Truman Capote and am 3/4 through Fathers and Sons by Ivan Turgenev. I'm like a month away from the exhibition so all there is to do is print my graphic novel and handwrite each page and attach my book covers to books - it would help if i can track down two cheap copies of HG Wells' Time Machine.
Since I've been absent for so long I might as well post a poem, it's the first one in the book that lives inside the box I designed.
Sunday Morning
Sunday mornings have become a rainy place to be
I fell in love with the sun
She now shines brightly within my head.
Sleeping blissfully on the pillow next to me
I fell in love with the sun
Her sweet, subtle breathe warming my bed.
Take a closer look it’s not that hard to see
I fell in love with the sun
I’m ready to go again, my pencil full of lead.
