27th aug 2012

Rabid with frustration. Things begin and swing along - one tiny pic finished and with pleasure - then more demands made on my time that I can barely keep pace with. Lights appear at the end of tunnels and are extinguished. Don't know how I can bear more of this.
--Still, choices don't abound. 
Here's a nice little nude - days of wrestling, and its about 6x8 ins - ridiculous - below that, a slightly larger mythic anomaly.
The little nude entirely done to fit the frame, which came from Blossom. Having to witness the waste of her art-life as her husband refused to let her work doesn't help my frame of mind.