The latest in the shakespeare illustrations, Desdemona preparing for bed and to be snuffed by a pillow.
http://vertizart.deviantart.com/art/Desdemona-118460663this one was hard. But worth it, I hope.
My life is a bit of a mess at the moment. Things are fine with B, but I found out a whole heap of things that he thought would make me head for the hills, which obviously it didn't, but it was a lot to swallow. And I've been really down lately. I can't pinpoint why, but my thoughts have been very dark. I disturbed myself yesterday when I came to the conclusion that if my mother had the happiness she deserved, and had never gone through the horrors of an abusive husband I would not exist, and if B had the happiness he deserved, he would never have been widowed. To wish for what would make the two people I love most in the world happy is to wish myself out of existance.
I have been in a very strange place. I hope this stops soon. Rasputin, the migraine, incidently is 2 years old today.