a catalyst for a revolution; an original mixed media painting and collage on cradled wood panel, 6 x 6 x 1.5 inches
The quotation in the title is from Lenin –– who is in no danger of having clean hands.
March is here. I always say February is the calendar’s tribute to waking up in a drainage ditch, but March is not far behind… more like wandering through a forest at dusk, and somewhere is the sound of bells.
I’ve decided to lean into the pain (that’s a good name for a professional wrestler: Thomas Paine) and go on a diet; we’re travelling to Cuba in the spring and we’ve decided not to go in fat. Or at least less fat.
Giving up the beer has been the hardest because: beer. And I’m probably consuming too much honey. But other than that I’ve been well below the recommended calorie intake every day, now for ten days going. We’ll see what happens.
Try to be productive this March. Because summer will come, all stupid with sun and bad swimwear, and then nothing gets done.