Thinking that these "swirls" paintings on silk were just a phase I went through after my mother's death, lately they have been calling to me. But I have no clue where to go with them and wait for it to become clear. And one of these, the one with the yellow curling line going across the center horizontally, calls to me more than the others. It reminds me of when I was around 2-3, I'd close my eyes to go to sleep and see a mass of grey snakes moving, moving, and there would always be one white snake in the center, like the yellow line.
The past week and a half it has been difficult to find the time to work. And I stepped on some Chinese hooks that went into my foot about 1/2", gave myself a deep cut on my finger after accidentally hitting the brand new rotary blade against it, and somehow managed to stick a heavy duty pushpin into my thumb deep enough it took some effort to pull it out. It is time to stop, rest, and regroup my energies. And get a tetanus shot.