I considered bringing life into my studio again but was hoping sunshine would lend me a hand or at least keep me company. I want the brilliance of the white-washed walls to hurt my eyeballs a little and dare me to splash colour onto something, anything.
I made tea instead, and imagined something opposite and aching and requesting flight.
come play at 52 Projects
The first sip of tea is the always the best... you cringe as it burns the back of your throat, knowing you just had the hottest carpe-diem portion.