The small watercolor sketch is of a place that doesn't have good memories. I was very ill at the time. Looking out the window for hours was a height of activity for me then. Slowly, as body chemicals adjust, I took up a brush. Months later, things did get better.
Tearing up old artwork isn't done very often. This time, though, I threw away the pieces. It felt good. When I pass the area, I still feel an uncomfortable shadow over that episode in my life.
Will I find another sad piece in my stuff?
Not so far.
This morning I went through two fabric bins with the intent on making them one. Downsizing to one bin is not possible at this time. I tried.
The best part is the unfinished projects I found are far fewer than I expected. One is a sweater I took apart to makeover as a bright colorful yarn embellished tabbard.
Next is going through costume jewelry. That will be fun.
