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Feb 2014
It is very very late

I am awake

Wanting .. only

-To Create

.. My wrists hurt from typing and pushing, scrolling and tapping

When it’s not drawing it’s painting.. If not that I am working digitally, my hands, wrists and fingers ache and burn and still.. I never want to stop

I had no idea that what began as a life of crayons and markers would escalate into an obsession with all medium(s)

Wanting to turn on every light and collect every tool of creation I have in possession .. To explore every avenue of accumulated knowledge and expression

It’s a craving for sure..

But not tonight.
Sue K Connally
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Sue K Connally  West Coast, America
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