time well spent

I figured out what to do with some of my morning, awrighty. You can check it out next door. I like it.

One of the reasons I like art-ing, besides being an absolute glutton for being absorbed in something I love is that when I am foucused and involved in a creative process, my monkey brain doesn't have time to care that I have, for example, orange-peel thighs or baggy skin around my knees, or that I feel dumb and five years old sometimes. In fact, the more I do art, the more I feel happy, inspired and carefree five years old - and that feeling sticks. It's so cool.