We’re still working up to the toddler’s op. After which she’ll breathe again. It’s tomorrow week, unless the cough she has turns out to be a chest infection, in which case they’ll postpone it.
So I’m tired and cross, and after dinner this evening I fled from my house in tears and took refuge in the little blue studio at the end of the garden.
And I made some little tactile paintings for toddlers to touch. And adults, I suppose.
I’ll take decent photos soon, but this is what I got with the camera in my laptop inside my studio in the late evening. Suboptimal conditions, I think you’ll agree.
I felt much better afterwards. Thick, gloopy, bright, strong paint. Balm for the soul.