I haven't cried for a few weeks now, not even at Steve's memorial. I'm all blocked up, and so is my painting.
I'm working on a giraffe but it's not working back.
I layer thick over thin.
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2 comments:
You sure you're blocked up? Perhaps you're cried out. Do you WANT to cry?
Nope. Don't want to cry. I still want to punch people from time to time, but for the most part that's gone as well.
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