So recently every thing has been a whirlwind of fun but I had not had time to catch up on my painting. The last few nights I have had this same dream about this guy sitting there in a brown room that is lit by candles. He has clearly had his lips cut off and still has blood on his face. He keeps trying to sing and all that comes out is little tiny gray bubble and music notes but no sound.
Not that it has any thing to do with the real world but well it is odd and strange and why not share the odd and strange. Surprisingly enough I have a cold and am about to go take some more NyQuil.
Have a great day all