Okay, it was childish of me, ten years ago, to buy the Spotted Dick pudding just because of the name. And probably even more childish to have saved the tin. And now, to memorialize said childishness . . .
But I'm really enjoying drawing (though not very well) and painting ordinary things.
Hit don't matter how lop-sided the end result is. What matters is the peaceful feeling I get, as I concentrate on a familiar object and attempt to really see it.
Maybe I should get stoned to further enhance the experience. . .
