While on my drive home, at each red light, I drew in my sketchbook without looking. All shapes and things were from things I was seeing as I drove home. I then colored it in.
These thoughts are in my mind daily. I take care of my 91 year old father. I'm certain he has dementia but I can't get his doctor to diagnose him. He can easily pass a competency test, even though he is no longer competent. My mind is messy, to say the least.
