Well, it's been an eventful, stressful and largely unproductive ten days.
I was rather unceremoniously ejected from both my home and studio; I don't even have access to my tools and supplies at present so everything I had in the works is on hold for at least the next two weeks while I make arrangements to get it packed and moved.
Meantime, I'm kinda outdoors. An ex-girlfriend was kind enough to take me in, but you can imagine the tension that's been causing (we both have a lot of very volatile unresolved emotion, and sometimes it's hard to look in her eyes).
Painting is the only stress valve I possess (I have some long term injuries; a life of violence and debauchery is somewhat overrated and nothing like what you see in the movies) so being separated from work for this long has been difficult, to say the least...
But this is just a low place that I need to pass through before I can start climbing again. I've learned that victory in living isn't won by being able to say how many times its knocked down. It's about how many times you stand back up.