After a week and a half of a virus with an unfun bout of hivey rashiness on my arms and legs, I am recovering. I smell like oatmeal (compliments of Aveeno oatmeal bath) and GoldBond cream. I'm thinking of selling the aroma to Vera Wang for a new perfume line. I think she'd like it.
I go for a short run today, which is torturous after lots of couch time. This is one of the cards I may put into production here soon- I can use it myself.
medium: sweat, tears, colored pencil, ink
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