So I gave up Netflix for Lent, not really intending for anything to come out of it (except that maybe I wouldn't finish the rest of SVU so quickly). Surprisingly enough, something did.
Without Netflix to suck my time away, I gave myself more time, and with a helpful shove from the fires of madness, I began to "art" again. Dirty, paint-under-your-fingernails art. Huge abstract acrylics, rough pastels of tango dancers, charcoals on newsprint. I've been to art stores three times in the past week and a half alone. It. Is. Beautiful.
So when I find a good way to post non-photographs, I'll start posting some of these. They aren't anything amazing, but they are my Easter miracle. Thank God for this fiery, raw, intense brain.
Listening to: Broadway musicals