There is a certain amount of frustration that comes with age and arthritis and limited ability to move. A good share of the time I am stuck within my bedroom/studio. Bad weather and weather changes, as well as the strains of housework, stiffen my back into immobility. So, I am stuck exploring not the outside world, but the inner world of stories, pictures, and my own imagination.
Of course, one has to beware of a life lived in imagination and isolation. Some of it can be kinda wicked and dangerous. Okay, maybe not, but definitely in danger of overwhelming goofiness. As you can see, I take a bit of my artwork and use photo-shop to make even goofier arty things. I experiment and stick stuff together just for the heck of it.
I suppose this is probably evidence a good psychiatrist could use to keep me locked up for a while. But I’m kinda stuck anyway in my little room.
Catch a Falling Star 
My whole life is not lived in this one little room. Heck, during the writing of this post, my daughter called me and made me bring a lamp with a clip on it from her bedroom to her engineering class at Long Middle School. So don’t worry about me never going outside… too much.
What an incredible workspace. Can see that you make the most of your physically immobile time 😉
I definitely like to shape the world around me as far as my little arms reach.