Then I have paintings to do with hands that don't work right. I had high hopes of being a painter of fine art before my car wreak. My fingers don't move the way my mind tells them too.
Each year they get worse and I must face the fact my days as a artist are coming to a end.
Three more paintings and then I must say goodbye to an old dream. In a few weeks I hope to be back to this blog with some wonderful news.