The collage (below) was a challenge to capture decently. I’m not certain I like this outcome best, but after 30 attempts I decided it’s good enough.

When I went to bed at 3 a.m., my brain kept spinning and thinking about art; I was alert and felt great. Sleep came well after 3:30. And now I’m paying slightly for it, but it was so worth the sacrifice.

[Update: I made a mistake in my “doldrums” post about the fact I hadn’t made any art except for one small piece since moving here. I did finish a collage I started before moving and even mentioned it here, but for whatever reason, it didn’t signify in my thinking.]