Trade.

I just got done with a self-portrait that took me over 6 hours. I wish I had had time to take a picture of it; but I ran to class to turn it in, so a camera was the last thing on my mind. It depicts my narrative as I had hoped it would. A feeling of confusion, chaos, loneliness, and silence. I was impressed with myself. The curve of the fingers, the tilt of the head, the shine of the lamp. More accurate than I ever would have thought possible for me to do.

I've lost the ability to write anything useful. So now, I will draw.