St. Petersburg, and more specifically Winter Palace Square, has become a scourge upon my life. This project is taking entirely too long, and cutting into my studio time… five in the morning, and guess what, I’m still here… again… but hey, I’m enjoying myself, getting a lot done, and there have been perplexing developments, but they may hold some promise at some point. 1955 miles. long way, and I don’t know what to do. or what I should say. or how I should feel. oh, but I just sit and muse, back to the hard labor.
love you, kids.