so the only really sad part about the journey from ft bragg to ventura is that i had to give away about $200 in colors, 2 canvases i'd just stretched, and my easel. they went to a fellow starving artist, but i am bereft at not being able to paint for 2 weeks now. the spark is hard upon me, but all i have left is my brushes. the nightmares i get from not painting started a week ago they are still only mildly disturbing, but i expect them to grow. i don't see how i'll be able to get these items replaced in less than 3 months.
my poor husband will have some very abrupt mornings. i'm sending a call out to the universe for thier replacement so