We had the good fortune to travel to Wells, Maine last week. The little cottage we stayed in was safe, we stayed away from restaurant dining, and because of the particular shape of the coast, we got to see both sunrise and sunset.
Sometimes I feel such despair. It lasts a few days, then it subsides and I get back to my usual (extraordinarily privileged) routine of getting up early and doing what I love.
I’m not the only one who feels despair right now; this is a hard time. And the criminal in the White House has made it a really, really hard time for Americans.
Most often I’m able to go about my business. Until the despair comes roaring back.
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Aside from periodically feeling sad and scared by the news, I have been spending way too much time online developing this new website. It's kept me occupied and happy to have a diversion.
The site is pretty bare-bones at the moment. I'll be adding artwork for sale, starting with magnets featuring watercolors from my Don't-Give-a-Shit series. |
