Last day of May

May has been the month when I finally felt I found the joy in my art again. I had some occasional glimpses of it January-April, but really just occasional (though I tried to focus on those moments). It's been a despairing struggle mostly - I can admit that now when it is over. I felt art was pointless ... it was like I had lost what I had alway believed in. 

My interest in laughters has now turned more towards the ephemeral. (That's also why I'm interested in balloons. )