Day 34- Cold feet
9 x 10 inches, watercolor on Arches CP
I am feeling it . The anxiety of this move has hit me. And the boxes. And the
all-over-the-place-things-of-all-sorts that have overtaken our home. I look out the window, and
a perfectly beautiful deer is munching away on what's left of the roses, not minding the rain one bit. I grab my sketchbook, and draw frantically, and ask myself how much money would we really lose if we cancelled those tickets.