BOOM! Rikadika! Who is sikasika? I am I am Iam.
Now that I have your attention I do not have much to blog about. I'm not seeking sympathy and I am getting better. I'm just finding that a color description of how I have felt since yesterday morning is all I can think about...except for the fact that every time I close my eyes I see the #*! brayer and the everso lovely contours of it.
Head = intense jagged red and blue stripes through today
Eyes = barely visible black dots framed in blood red
Lips and Feet = tint of blue
Mouth = dry sand is an apt earthtone
Stomach = bright " right out of the tube" yellow
Lungs (during stomach episodes) = yelloworange, orange, redorange
That's about it. I have had some mighty strange and elaborate dreams during those few highly welcome moments of sleep. But I won't go into those here. Hope this wasn't too graphic for anyone. Tried to keep it simple.
What else? When the red and blue lines subside a little I have gone to ripping pages from catalogues and magazines in preparation for making stencils. I have chosen the " artist who uses drawing" for my presentation. Want to read, watch movies, draw and so on. Later.
I wish everyone in the pink and having a very happy and relaxing break!
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Dreams.. I wish I could show more vividly what my dream was like.. For example I had over exxagerated the size of my trunk.. it is maybe six inches deep in reality but when it rained it seemed to hold three feet and my art work was just floating there and the colors smearing and depressed.. gah. The squirt bottle has yet to enter my dreams but maybe Monika wanted you to know this piece so well that it would eventually hack into your dreams.. I think with a brayer the dreams could be FAR worse. -Adrean
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