I feel rusty. Hand cramping, arm tensing, action figure with unfinished metal joints left out in the rain rusty. In theory, I'll cast off the crust of oxidation soon enough. In the meantime, I'm going over and finishing up old drawings and paintings.
I wish I could say come see me at tomorrow's Issaquah art walk (it's the final one of the year!), but I have heard zero peeps from the people in charge. Last time they called me the day of the event, so there's still hope. Even if they don't, if you live in the area I highly recommend swinging by downtown Issaquah for art, music, and good food. And maybe my pretty face.
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