spectacularly bad dream last night- forgotten that this happens when I'm getting somewhere. (giant evil black cat shaking the bed; had to call my dog to get it away; woke screaming)
Only a couple of hours work possible today, intense, locked into the verb painting. Nothing that can be called a product but the process is underway.
Pulled a Crowley Tarot. Got XIV (very funny esp given the nature of the unfinished double Anubis, cauldron, twin et al)
Can't approach the new canvas despite copious notes and previous desire to get it done. Think its been over-researched and practiced, now no point.
I'm frightened to go to bed. Demons are in, as it were. Thinking of changing rooms but the alternatives seem more dangerous for some reason. Off for long walk in the hope that exercise will exorcise. Take tomorrow off, perhaps.
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