My hands have seen better days. I's like to say they were cracked and calloused from making art all my life but I am an artist who is not producing work. I mean except for my physical form. My hands are shredded from lifting weights for 2 hours every day. An artist ought to be making art if they are to keep from going mad. I need to be making things. I started to and remembered how messy it was. It was very cold, snowy and windy on the terrace last night where I spray painted things. I put ruber gloved on to protect from the paint and they kept ripping. When I doubled up on them and then put cut off gloves on my hands looked really sickly.
