My allergy season begins

As soon as the rain in the Spring stops making whatever so heavy and knocking it out of the air, then when it settles into the ground and causes something to revel in blooming in the damp ground, I feel like this.

“What a lovely strange little drawing”, I’ll say to myself in a few years. Make a mark, just make a mark and something will happen. Get out of the way and just let it happen. Always a self-portrait.

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