[Nothing like a little self-deprecating humor to take the anxiety out of the room. She's stopped rubbing the sweat off her palms and taken up fiddling with the fringe that decorate the hem of her blouse.]
I know. I just don't know what. My art... [Angela sounds a little more saddened now than disappointed.] I'm having artist's block.
another glass of whisky, but it still don't kill the pain;
[Nothing like a little self-deprecating humor to take the anxiety out of the room. She's stopped rubbing the sweat off her palms and taken up fiddling with the fringe that decorate the hem of her blouse.]
I know. I just don't know what. My art... [Angela sounds a little more saddened now than disappointed.] I'm having artist's block.