ArtisticLeeMe

I meant to paint something for my mother for mothers day –that didn’t happen. Something came up, and then another, followed by another. It just didn’t happen. Sometime in August I really was overcome with guilt and randomly energized in the middle of the night. I grabbed a canvas, I grabbed my paint, and within a few hours the painting was completed. That same morning I hung it on her wall with signs saying “don’t touch me, I’m wet,” “I’m not kidding,” “back off, seriously,” and some other things… When she saw it, she just loved it, and I felt so much less guilty. I won’t be late next year.