I am drowning in myself. My body is carrying so much fluid that I weigh over 240#, and I barely eat. However, we started a program that I spend two hours in bed and two hours out of bed, to keep my lower extremities elevated.
The lead nurses said that they looked better this morning. That puts a smile on my face and means artwork will be attempted today.
I tried the other day and I am limited in what I can do. Very limited.
I used to be able to paint like a master. I really could, but no more.
I have a few pieces to finish up, and have preliminary sketches for a number of pieces. It is questionable whether I can get the latter to be of use.
I do need sit in front of a mirror and do the best I can. This, for better or worse will show the progression of the disease showing how the disease has not only attacked how I look physically (dramatically), but my ability to make art.
It is that conceptual highbrow stuff I like. The idea matters.
It is just no fun being the object of the piece. But I have documentation, for the most part of the disease's role.
My last great idea. I am just glad I have gallery representation to bring it to the market. They may turn their nose to it and say, "Who cares?" but I had my shot.
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