|When the Trapdoors of My Mind Spring Open|
I finished my painting at 1:00 am this morning. I have many feelings about this fact. I'm happy, relieved, and extraordinarily proud of what all of my hard work has brought forth. And yet, honestly, I think painting this piece of work was extremely hard on me, especially towards the end. I'm used to laying myself bare, exposing every raw nerve for everyone to see. But, this - this! - reminding myself how I truly felt to myself, that was so difficult!
I want to do more paintings like this, perhaps on the topic of my grief, maybe on other pertinent subjects.
For now, it's back to reality. I have to do the employees' schedule and payroll, order more cards and merchandise, and work on my finances.
How did it get to be October, by the way?