It took painstaking effort to finish the white edges of the large sections of colors you see above. And outright courage, not to misstep … to go too far into the other colors. You may see that the lightning bolt is, shall we say, imperfect? it is meant to be cartoonish and freakish. The jungle leaves, in contrast, are almost childlike, playful and sensual all at the same time. In the black, for death, which envelopes the scene, there are eyes and mouths in the shadows of the surface textures. This painting needs lighting from above to see the nuances of the textures I left behind on purpose.
And now, for something jungly but completely different, a realistic Jamaican sunset, painted from a photograph taken by a friend, with whom I am trading/bartering. It is a lovely, inspiring foto for sure.
As for me, (plural), me and my nurse practitioner on Friday last week decided to up one particularly faboo med of mine and add another at a low dose to counter side effects of upping the dose. Now I’m still having a lot of alter activity, rapidity, across and back and forth across time periods in my life, which is some kind of weird rollercoaster?
but I can tell already a few days into the med change that things are more stable.
So it’s really hard still to get out of bed (you’d think it was Winter outside the way I’ve been curling up in there). Almost equally due to physical pain (tendonitis in my hands/wrists, and fibromyalgia) and major depression, the bed is just the safest place for me a lot of the time.
Routines are really good for me but I’m challenged to develop them, and build on the ones I have here in the new place already. For example, I used to be able to excite myself out of bed with the desire to paint. But now pain in my hands makes me feel even more frustrated, helpless and sad.
But hopefully the meds will kick in soon and I can create new routines with yoga and walking Chipper more regularly again.
Wish me LUCK — I’m doing my best! 🙂