Imagine you and I are having coffee together in the sun. We would tell one another other stories. Have giggles. Most stories here are observations and accounts of certian bemusing events in the days of an artist. Events I wish to remember and think may amuse you too. The illustrations I drew. The protagonists are real. Should you have a coffee time story to share, write it back to me.Now if you are ready for a break, get a coffee, draw a chair, let me tell you what happened the other day :
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Monday, 2 April 2012
on writing
Its much easier writing aobut the past, far enough so that the emotional attachements to people and things are only retorspectivley romantic rather than felt. to write about the present is like trying to catch volcanic lava in your bare hands, though there is more beauty and detial to describe , it burns too much to wirte about it, one feels it to much to be able to round it up , better wait a while for the lava to cool and than pick it up in the hands saftley, name it, date it, talk about it with ease.
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