Another switch has been flipped in me and I'm drawing again, with pleasure; plotting a painting or two also. Maybe the writing has got too difficult! (Possible)
Trying to work out what has happened.
Had a shock on Saturday. No big deal, but a shock. En route to meet Richard for weekend at theirs, done the shopping but I went back into store to get something Id forgotten - and forgetting I had Bobs shopping in my bag. Triggered alarm, bladyblah, easy - rang Bob to come from car with his receipt. That was that. But it took a while and I encountered amazing hostility, which I'm unused to. Can that sort of identity thing make a difference? The queue behind me watching as I'm accused of badness?? (I mean, really - if I was stealing something would I leave the marker on it and go through the till? Never had to think about it but no, I wouldn't) (I tend not to steal though if I had to, probably would -)
Had a relaxing time, swam, drank a lot, ate well - that's probably the difference - and its early days, I may just be missing drawing and bored with research.
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