I’m been lazy with the blogging these past few days. Blame it on the realization that there isn’t much left of summer. I miss Athens, but I don’t know if I am ready to take on work and school, socializing, getting out of pajama’s every morning,  and walking at least ten minutes just to get breakfast.

To all of you who’ve wronged me
I am, I am a zombie

I painted for the first time all summer. The original plan included pulling out the art set as often as possible and honestly work on skill and product, but I guess my mind had other plans. With  real art, you can’t force it. Come what may, be it words, song, or fabric pattern. Today, paint made it’s summer debut.

Childhood was on my mind as myself and Anisha pulled out the drying paint set. But even the idealized childhood isn’t perfect. Even back in the day with clear blue skies, long dresses white clean white tights, and climbing trees instead of playing on Wii’s.

I made her faceless. Because you see her in her pretty red dress and assume so much about her without even consulting her face, her heart, personality.

Then again what does that matter. After all, she, you, I, we’re all zombies anyway, right?