I am going to try and paint stuff tomorrow.
I havent painted for over a decade, maybe more.
I was never any good anyway.
It would work better if i had a concept or idea to start with, but i got nothing but the urge to fill pages and pages.
Possibly i may share?
Possibly i may just go to the markets and eat dumplings and nap instead.
Actually, that is really quite possible, nearing probable.
All things are possible in a free world.
I wish I were like sketcher ben who I am following on facebook who is soo awesome, sigh. He does these beautiful little water colour sketches of scenes. Just lovely.
If i were more able technlogically i would post a link.
But I'm not.
So I won't.
Cause I can't.
So I can't.
Though I'd like.
Though I can't.
So i wont.
And the neighbours down the road are having a domestic and the lady/woman has a voice that carries blocks. I used to yell like that when i was five or less.
I miss it.
It would be nice to just let go and scream and scream when I felt like it.
But not so nice for others, hey?
Envy thy name be Sam.