Well. It's a wrap on the "Sophia Gnostica" series of works on paper.
I've spent the last two months in a haze of work, doubt, success and near delirium. Gentle reader, I can tell you from the bottom of my heart, that I'm absolutely exhausted. I just want to sleep for a few years. Read a good book or two, watch a few films I've been holding off of, or drive my car, with me in it over the edge of the world into a bliss of space.
In a day or two I'll be able to take up the keyboard and finally write with a clear head to a lot of you who've been so kind as to write me. Again, my apologies, but I simply could not bear to twist my head out of the creative space I was in. I've never worked so hard and felt so very inadequate to the task at hand.
In a shot while, as these things go, I'll be placing images in the gallery in the designated spots.
When that time comes, I hope you'll find something to ponder over and think upon.
That would make me happy.
Now, the artist dons his slippers and retires to his chambers.