Having finally finished a project on Friday, I've spent this weekend completely immersed in laziness. I feel as if though I truly needed it. I am worn thin, worn out, worn ragged and wispy like one of those last year's leaves stubbornly clinging to a branch though they're little but skeletons.

Imagination, however, runs wild. Creativity is at an all time high. I want to paint, I want to write, I want to do things... you know, the things you do when you're twitching with ideas.

Aching shoulders and head keep me from the computer though. So, in the computer's stead, I dug out my papier mache, my paints, my old, broken bits and pieces of jewellery, feathers, bric-a-bracs and bits and pieces I've picked up along the way... and sat down to make yet another mask.

Everything worked against me. I couldn't find the piece I wanted to fit over the mask's nose, at first... and when I finally did, I couldn't find the papier mache. Once I did find all the things, the clay still had to stay three hours in the fridge for best effect. I cheated, pulled it out after one and a half, and jumped on it. I had Corpse Bride playing on the dvd at first.

Then I watched Sin City, I watched some Buffy, I watched Dangerous Liaisons, and then suddenly noticed that... it was light outside, the sun was coming up, the mask was done, and I was pleasantly exhausted. I think it's my best one yet.

Sorry about the poor photos. I just want to show it off.