I’ll probably look back at these and wonder why I was so interested in plants. It’s not been a passion for me. I think I’m now intrigued by the formal compositional elements as much as anything else. And, of course, by the often seductive color.
Plants don’t sleep. Animals do. Maybe I could be more plant-like. I wish I could do without sleep, or with less sleep. Lack of sleep results in ridiculous levels of impairment, and lack of sleep is all too common for me. I wrote some today, but didn’t even try making art. I feel hungover/drunk/woozy/sluggish in brain and body from — well, not sleepiness, but a dearth of awake-ness. Sleepiness would be welcomed, for then I could nap. Napping eludes me, too.
Early night. More hope. Lots of these entries seem to finish with the word “hope.”