Junk Drawer Mind

This morning was all about acceptance and transformation (not to be over-dramatic) as I recycled my “bull-shit” drawings not good enough for internet fame into a collage of sorts. April, as always, close to my side supporting me mentally, paying bills so the electricity will stay on…keeping the tangible world made of spinning atoms and mortgage payments on our side. As always, I worry that my artwork will reveal me to be psychologically demented – April (as always) reassures me that all the great artists are crazy.