I wasn't tired last night and my husband and son were in bed. I had drunk some rum, but wasn't hammered.
While staring into space I got thinking about life. It was 1am and I suddenly decided to go to my studio and paint. I hadn't painted anything in many months but that didn't enter my head.
This is what I produced, quickly.
It's my brain
The top is where my head hit the concrete
The bottom is where my brain rammed against the back of my skull and did most of the damage to my frontal lobes.
I'm calling it1am, it's official, my brain is fucked, 2024