Apparently losing your speech doesn’t improve your painting. I’m down to whispering for short periods of time, then running out of words completely, and painting rubbish. I worked at the sky for a couple of hours today, totally failing to do anything meaningful, and necessitating a repainting of one of the clouds.
Meh.
I couldn’t spend a great deal of time in the studio and was frankly relieved when I had to leave and couldn’t continue with the carnage.
