Art Day 43, Twilight

I think this has been the most uninspired day of the year. Maybe it's the number 43. Perhaps it's the full moon. Perhaps it's the scorpion (no - not scorpio, scorpion)bite I got on my jugular last night at 4am. OW! I stared and stared at my Penz, and then stared and stared some more. I decided to make it the receptacle of my un-inspiration:

Tired

Peep & Peek

Art Day 43, Twilight
The Conceptualist