Painting is crucifying my ego. I’m not a painter but I’m painting so I am

Doing something with no technical ability is humbling but I think I needed this humbling process

Moving onto another piece so I can stop obsessing over this one

Also planning on taking apart my copious amounts of Humira pens to see if it sparks imagination.

I’ve bought four small canvases and I’m scrapping the installation idea (bed sheets) as it’s not feeling right.

Still continuing with the glass bodies and female form though as there’s something in that.

Also considering using springs from my Humira pens to create a sculpture of some kind (in parts) to then decorate with bows and ribbons. Making my health palatable for others. I have eleven days till we exhibit.

My ‘work structure’ in this post isn’t present because I’m not 100% well and therefore not really structured as a human.

I’ve been listening to Tasha Sultana