I am in a hotel. All my paintings trashed, my brushes and paint gone. I feel broken. I feel as if I am not myself and will never be. This is the first and last hotel stay so I will be in a tent.
Tomorrow I’m being evicted.
I’ve been nervous and haven’t slept since yesterday. I truly hate this system. The one I won for where every human being is afforded dignity is the dream that won’t fix tomorrow’s nightmare
The sunshines upon a new chapter
The rays bounce off aspects within the studio and mask the internal struggle and fear of going without with a golden hue or hope.
Im almost there https://t.co/PULiiXmP0f