Undone creations commingle with the flotsam and jetsam of art-making.
(I go through about 4 of those little paintbrushes each month.)
My raggedy hands won't be winning any Pretty Hands awards (is there such a thing?) but I still ♥ them. Oh sure, they're fickle beasts, prone to wayward mark-making and other such shenanigans. They have a checkered past, an uncertain future, and they're never quite free of painty stains. And let's face it, they have issues, but then again don't we all?