Yesterday was frustrating. Fun, nice visiting, but deeply frustrating.
This was a small iceberg on the beach, printed on silk, lightly stitched. I photographed it in a hurry and at the moment the color is really bad. I'll fix it when I get the next set of things up.
I also managed to almost finish the Feb journal page, only to receive a completely correct critique, along with the necessity of starting ALL over again. And then friends came to visit and we went out for a nice supper and I got a headache and retired and nothing else happened.
This is what it looks like now. Before I start all over again:
at the bottom it says: If wishes were horses, I'd still wish for a horse