i am spending a wonderful rainy sunday afternoon alone in my room. i grew accustomed to solitude in nyc, but have been bombarded with obligations and social situations since i reached miami. it’s raining and storming outside and it sounds so nice, it’s one of those sounds that will never stop being familiar, and reminds me of myself at other times. i don’t want to drive in the rain but i want to paint, and that is my predicament- i wish art supply stores delivered canvases.
