I don't understand what happens to me in the winter and then why does it change? I feel totally different today than I have for weeks. I feel like "myself" again. Surely I was "myself" but it is a form of myself that I don't care for. My mind isn't "right". The thing is - even though I tell myself it will pass and I don't need to feel bad about being in "this place" for a while - I still agonize the whole time. Was it just getting the taxes turned into our tax lady that lifted this depression? That seems unrealistic... The weather did turn a little warmer today and the snow is melting. I hope I can stay in THIS place now.
I dreamed yesterday about a seed with a fetus inside and it was sprouting into a leafy hand with eyes at the tips of the fingers. This is as far as I got with it today:
It will eventually be glazed and then used with stained glass mosaic filled in all around it.
I have 3 other ceramic sets of hands and faces and assorted other things that I did last year but never finished. They all are made to fit within 2' by 1' frames as a series. This may be the year I will get them done!