Day 48,
Wakeful Rooms was born on the first day of a cold—when my nose wouldn’t stop running.
Night arrived, and everything tightened: my sinuses blocked, a headache settled in, and a small cough joined in like a final insult, keeping sleep out of reach.
So I did what I could do. I made art.
Digital painting became my answer—a quiet place to pour the discomfort into structure, to turn a restless body into soft rooms of color, and to give the night something to hold besides worry.