Yesterday was one of those days when I hit a creative brick wall and nothing worked. I really dislike those days. So once again, I walked away and waited for a new day. Whenever I need a mood reset I go to Frida.
I know a face where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine. William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Nights Dream