Gray splotches. (Inspired by my son’s stellar color mixing on cardboard.)
Turquoise.
Spots.
Peach.
Face 2. Available for purchase.
Antiquing. (A new obsession.)
The smell of raw wood. 
Lipgloss when I’m feeling anxious or need to be able to think clearly. These go hand in hand for me.
Back at that old church I mentioned a couple of posts ago, we read the King James version of the Bible (holieth coweth!) In the Old Testament, God would sort of threaten that the people who were misbehaving would be given over to their sins or something to that effect. In essence, that’d be handed over to whatever was carrying them away. That wasn’t a good thing.
And yet, when I’m deep in my obsessions, I feel carried away and so alive. When I’m at a certain point in a piece, I ask myself “What are you obsessed with?” If I don’t see it in the piece, it seems to lack depth and emotion. I’ve ruined pieces that way too, ha! But was it creativity without ruining a piece or many?
When I’m in that juicy, obsessed place, I think I’m “given over to my obsessions.” And I giggle, because there is a part of me that is so terrible. I really like that part of me 😀
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