Monday, 25 April 2016

25 04 2016 monday

Tinkering, though 2 nearly tinkered-to-death; perhaps thats a new definition of 'finished'.
Bob arrives today, Allenna leaves tomorrow. Apart from a mid-week dinner invitation, nothing in the diary... fantasising about locking myself in and coming to grips.

So tierd that all I can do is put on paint, which is another way of painting. Normally I'm ideas led. Where do ideas come from? The putting-on-of-paint, of course.

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