Naiah comments that it's hard to create amidst towers of boxes and chaos... which is true. But it wouldn't be so bad if the new painting were refusing to come into my head rather than sitting there and refusing to leave. But I can see her, almost taste the colors and the curves; and when I go to set mark to paper, she dissolves into nothing.
Gararrrrrrgh.
At least my cat still loves me. Meow.
