back in the saddle...
six weeks after surgery, i've returned to painting class and with no ideas at all just started on an elementary take on a rose against a purple background, which with all my training and my good teacher seems to be coming along sufficiently. i had visitors this weekend who liked my flower paintings, which i hardly notice after all these years, and that probably got me going in that direction. my classmates were convinced that i'd been on the verge of death and undergone some horrid trauma, and i didn't disabuse them short of "it was entirely voluntary" , which makes me more inclined to undergo a full-blown transition, just to clarify matters, but that wouldn't be true to who i am.