Singinghill~
When dreams join hands
Last night was another prowling sort of night, and around 3 am, I found myself down here in the shop, drawing little dreamy cartoons, and humming happily to myself as I found a nicely primed wood panel in the pile that was just calling for some paint! Years ago, I stopped sleeping much, and have been puzzled (and more than a little fatigued during the day!) all these years by my propensity to dream on my feet rather than in a softcozybed. Well, I guess I'm finding my way into some pretty sweet dreamy places. Painting is so soft and fuzzy at 3 am:)))
When dreams join hands
Last night was another prowling sort of night, and around 3 am, I found myself down here in the shop, drawing little dreamy cartoons, and humming happily to myself as I found a nicely primed wood panel in the pile that was just calling for some paint! Years ago, I stopped sleeping much, and have been puzzled (and more than a little fatigued during the day!) all these years by my propensity to dream on my feet rather than in a softcozybed. Well, I guess I'm finding my way into some pretty sweet dreamy places. Painting is so soft and fuzzy at 3 am:)))