Wow. That says a lot. Nearly as much as 130 consecutive days of crying.
I do love this particular self portrait. I like the sky, the gradations of blue, and the sparseness of the leaves on the tree and all those leaves on the grass.
January 7, I can begin being outside alone again. January 7. Pray.
I do love this particular self portrait. I like the sky, the gradations of blue, and the sparseness of the leaves on the tree and all those leaves on the grass.
January 7, I can begin being outside alone again. January 7. Pray.
