Back from med tests in London. Transpires that I have 46% of lung function which accounts for general knackeredness. Effectively, Im half a human.
More tests to come and steroids loom. Plus statins for dodgy blood stuff. LaLa.
Did a watercolour in Rochester - because it was calling so loudly and I found a nice little tin of paints and a decent block of paper - it was sooooooooooooo bad that it needs shredding.I keep it to remind myself that I am seriously mortal. And while things are that bad, it shows Im not going down the tried-and-tested.
Overheard two artists taking... we were the only people walking down a side street and I couldn't help but hear them. A senior one, floppy bereted, very well turned out accompanied by possibly his student. They bewailed the lack of sales, the impossibility of exhibiting. Then the older man said;
at least in doing it you solve the problem of whether to do it or not.
Now home with a good days worth of paperwork ahead of me, haven't set foot in the studio. Plan to do all the nasties today then go back to work. I've spent my life getting to this level of incompetence; got to be worth something.
Various sensible ideas involving exercise and singing - and a new floor that can be mopped daily to keep the dust down.
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