Doing the Work

I'm just tired out.
Pooped.
It was just a volunteer position, but it was hot outside.
I worked like it was my job.
I worked hard.
I did the things asked of me and invented ways to make things run smoothly.
No biggie, that's just how I work.

I got home and crashed.
Walked the dogs and ate some dinner.
Even cruised done FB and others.

I just wanted to go to sleep.

But the art called.
It has me accountable- I've promised art every day and have delivered.
I cannot say it's all perfect, but it is mine and also my promise.
To whom?
To me. I'm keeping my word.

The art speaks.

Painting:
Index card, 4"x6"
Gesso
Acrylic paint
Sharpie Black Marker
Pitt Pen, Black (F)