04 01 12

Been looking at drawings and pottering the studio. My mind is blank and my dreams absurd, or at any rate not useful. (voodoo-hexed; excluded from the community; left to be killed. Bright spots include cleaning my teeth in mixed salt and soot which made them froth a bit, reinforcing the view that I was hexed, woke wondering on the ethics of defending myself with an etching needle when I was doomed through the hex and should accept it - how quickly one accepts the prevailing view, doubting ones one reason) Not happy about the canvas ready-to-go, its badly stretched, dont want to re-do it, dont want to re-size it, will try wedges and so on... going to Limoux with Kat this morning so problem deferred.