why am i even posting here
there is a part of me that lingers, thinks about connections, thinks about talking and here i am
my life has changed a lot this year. i've been protective of myself, my brain and emotions. i do less and i've learned more about the toll that existing in a busy city takes on me
i spent a lot of the last 2 years sleeping and when i was awake, sunk under fatigue. my awake hours were often from 2 pm- 3 am; give or take - with my time in bed/resting being at least half of those awake hours. this chronic sleeping and fatigued (hypersomnia and insomnia can co-exist, turns out) is related to the TBI from december 2019 and probably some meds that i eventually got off of, and a myriad of other contributing factors.
anyways, i've been getting up most days by 10 am the last few weeks. it took me a while to figure what to do with that much time, honestly, i was so used to so much less usable hours. i'm not cured of TBI, that seems quite unlikely at this point, almost 6 years in- but i am ever shifting
and constantly trying to adapt and learn
and, in pulling in, staying home, sort of hibernating, i've been doing a lot more art making. daily, hours of the day. farming still, but with the physical fatigue of the last 2 years, its been harder than it was before. so, drawing, painting, playing.
i just got back from a week at
@souwester
time alone, working my chosen schedule, engaging in my chosen levels of input and listening constantly to the ocean and the stormy november skies was just what i needed to help reset
anyways - pictures : 1. my new tattoo, a little overgrown already by my hair 2. a little series of paintings - black ink on white paper 3. my half of the office 4. part painting, part spilled ink, all fun 5. the painting i left at sou'wester 6. the beautiful fucking ocean, seaview, wa 6-8. more paintings done with ink, playing with color and patterns and time on paper