Alas

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One of my friends calls this the “Psycho House”. I guess I can understand that. Maybe,you can see Norman Bates’ mother in the attic.  That was not the intention of the drawing.  The idea was the house’s windows were reflecting the dawn’s rosy colors.  I always think of Psycho, now.  Or an episode of the “Twilight Zone”, might be more appropriate.

So, happy endings sometimes get turned around. I was waiting for both my artist’s block and the holiday season to end, and they did. on January 2nd, I was celebrating the return of normal life.  Then on January 3rd, I fell and broke my right wrist.

I can’t write my name, let alone draw.  A plot twist to be sure. I’m hunt and peck typing this, and I can still click a mouse. I went through my media library looking for more episodes of the “Twilight Zone”.20180131_0954261172938724.jpg

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Rod Serling, where are you when I need you?!

 

I’ll be back in a few weeks.

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