Old pastel in agony


This is how I wske each day. This is how artillery I feel and look, ravaged by oain and paralydis, bksnked from thought and expression. No different any day. Always the same beginning.
This is old art.
 But it is the same experience today….
 …..and it will be tomorrow sadly.

 

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