If there is such a thing as a serious artist, I’m not it. If it feels like work, I don’t want to do it.
This was 1% work and 99% fun. I am in love with the colours.
Maybe I’m going through a phase or maybe I’m still feverish and delirious from a couple of days spent this side of miserable with a stuffed up head. Or maybe it was the other side of miserable. It was the bad side, anyway. I consoled myself by watching multitudinous episodes of Netflix crime shows, congratulating myself on not being a murder victim. See, there’s always somebody worse off.
It’s a beautiful sunny March weekend! Hope you’re having a good one.
