Not as ill but not well. Profoundly depressed. Wondering if this whole asthma thing is a response to an exhibition I don't feel ready for.
-but done the invitations, they are ready to be sent out; early to catch the cheap postage rate.
Doing the notes for the paintings which the gallery want done, hence the depression no doubt. They look so simple, so always just sitting there. WHY did I have to do them, work so obsessively on them? No-one is interested. Its actually not interesting. Not the product, not the process.
Hey ho. Walked this morning, first exercise for ages, wasn't bad. Think I'II do some more. Dizzy and tired but breathing OK.
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