Image Credit Bikurgurl
It was one of those days when the paint wouldn’t paint and the brushes refused to brush.
Yet there before me was death. Staring at me as if to say, I’m ready, are you?
My show was a few days away and the panic to get the work done on time was driving me in its usual way.
There were expectations both my own and others as I needed a successful show as sales meant living on more than tinned spaghetti.
Could I use this image I thought as I took up my brush and felt my familiar motivation return?