Johnny's an American
Oh David... take me back to Britain with you. I'm afraid of Americans, too.
I've gone to painting again. There's a drive in me to create and create and create... Quanity, above quality, at present. And then, once I can spread an array of oil-smudged leaves out before me, a wreathe of the scrapings of my mind, I'll pluck the jewels and see what kind of portfolio I can construct.
Paint, charcoal, graphite, yarn... anything to come away with and say 'Look, I did this.'. And I want lots of it. It's a strange sort of mood.
Does anyone else think the world is ending, in somewhat short order?
I've gone to painting again. There's a drive in me to create and create and create... Quanity, above quality, at present. And then, once I can spread an array of oil-smudged leaves out before me, a wreathe of the scrapings of my mind, I'll pluck the jewels and see what kind of portfolio I can construct.
Paint, charcoal, graphite, yarn... anything to come away with and say 'Look, I did this.'. And I want lots of it. It's a strange sort of mood.
Does anyone else think the world is ending, in somewhat short order?