The Kid’s final public Nutcracker performance is tonight.
We did random Sunday things today. But now, she’s got her artist’s face on — her performer face. I’m amazed at how she can simply turn the art on and step into the flow. She just does . . . without needing to wait for it to feel right.
Of course, I have to agonize and whine and complain about the muse. And about my pens. And about my paper. About anything to keep me from getting started. 🙄
Holy Nickers 