Just In Time...
Just when I get to the edge of my patience, when I feel that I can no longer call myself an artist, when I have doubts as to the viability of my craft, I ask for validation from the Universe. A sign. Something.
And, thus, Moment:1 and Moment:2 were born.
Phew.
I can go on now.
I *am* good.
And, thus, Moment:1 and Moment:2 were born.
Phew.
I can go on now.
I *am* good.