Sometimes a Great Box
This weekend I moved into a lovely home with an art studio that I could easily eat, sleep, work in—it’s that inspiring! My feet have no feeling. They passed the stinging phase yesterday. My hands are hot pink and swollen and don’t really work anymore. When hands don’t work anymore, they make super unpredictable art. I think she’s half human and half work-mule. Boxes galore and look at that sweet house with the ‘kind of’ blue door.
Ice cream tastes super good right now.