I sit here waiting for the paper to dry. Tomorrow, I get my mixed media paper, and pencil sharpener. Along with it, comes the battery to my "new" but old camera. A sony Cybershot W100. I hope it takes beautiful shots.
It was a sign. My art supplies have been ruined. Derwent and Canson they are... Here we go again with the "rescuing". They ruined my supplies, consider me a degenerate, and strip me of my quality. My cries can be heard across the world, but now they won't, and then - now they'll never be heard. I know the story. Even though I break the laws of physics, by simply going on with my own flow. Breaking away only when necessary, not when someone says I do x.
My supplies... My supplies... As an artist and musician, I just adore my products. Including my laptop or desktop. My derwents. My beautiful Derwents. Not my precious, but certainly precious. I grab another color to make it bleed more. I wait for it to dry...
A mostly blind and mostly deaf cat, I meet. He's adorable, but he makes me want to cry. He is just beautiful. He chows down on some of our cat food we have, and happily eats the cat treats. No water, so I feed him some canned cat food, Fancy Feast kind. I feel so sad, and yet so joyful, to experience a cat like me. Slightly deaf in processing [despite smoking weed resolving this.] and half blind, with some blindness in my good eye, I feel for him. I shed tears of joy and sadness. I know in my heart that this cat fights for his right to life...
