A Funky Kind of Week

It’s been a funky sort of week. Not bad, not sad, just… strange. I have things I should be doing but can’t seem to muster the energy for, and the things I want to do feel slippery and out of reach. Too many ideas swirl around in my head, and the more I think, the more muddled I become. Still, I’ve found small moments of making. I spent time painting fabrics, leaning into a soft palette of…

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