I mostly have the day off so I thought I’d tackle the Book of the Night Warm Up. I didn’t do it exactly as described but as closely as I could stand too. The shadowy mist did not turn out the way I hoped. Nothing stuck to the slick acrylic background including the layer of fear words.
I think my name on my father’s tombstone is spooky. It may be the only tombstone my name will appear on. When he passed away 2 years ago on my birthday, he turned into (in my mind/grieving) the father archetype rather than the flawed human being. I am happy to have enjoyed him in the last year of his life.
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