I looked at the timeline and panicked a little. A lot. What is the quantitive description of panicking a lot? A blindness of panic? Well, something like "holy shitballs" emanated from my mouth ( because I am THAT eloquent) when I realised I have 2 months to do a years worth of work!!!!
But you know what, it's too soon to panic. My Dad always says that and you know what, the day before the deadline is a great time to panic, not a few months prior. It's too soon. Deep breaths.
So, head down, brushes up and music turned waaaaaay up, lets do this thing. I just have to do the work and it will all be good because that's where it all comes from, doing the work.
|Inspiration of dew on asparagus|
|Work in progress|
|inspiration in my front yard|
|Making my way through a painting|