I wish I could live from my art. Seems impossible in this corner of the world. For now. Some day maybe. That’d make me so happy.
I’ve been on survival mode for a while. Lost pretty much every tangible item I owned. No biggie. I was prepared for it.
I lost a lot of weight, lots of blood. I collapsed a couple of times during my trips. Life was testing me. I got through it all. Victorious. Continue reading “Choices”