I think of myself as a happy person, easily contented and finding pleasure readily. But apparently sometimes I am not. Prolonged pain has a lot to do with my mood. And, I do worry about dying before I am done. Today, I made some beautiful colors and textures to play with, thinking that I would create an abstract, but ended up expressing fear. Art can be like that, some say that it reveals the inner self, which today seems to be doom and gloom. Am I seeing death on the balcony? Well, no chores for me today, just soup, computer games, and napping. I feel better already. Just wish I had more than a tiny vial of Nitrostat to hold my chest pains at bay.
Caption: Is It On The Balcony? by Annmarie Throckmorton, 2017.
(Is this a long-haired person looking out, or a hooded intruder already inside?)