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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Friday, 7 June 2013
Alowing oneslef to flow with impulse, irrational, illogical, but strong impulse, whislt often badley regarded by firends and people " who want you to do well".. Actualy seems always to lead exactley to whatever you need in life. I have so many times abandoned my logical path, and was looked down upon by frustrated people who "knew better for me", but actualy it seems only when these urges strike I and I go full steam ahead irregrdles of "advice", embracing total changes of direction, everything I want comes to pass. In fact often obssesive sticking to the traintrack which seems to be the right way from A to B in the jungle, can often result in loosing your head. Whilst red-riding-hooding it off the track, folowing random curiosities, pretty leaves an d animals, will lead you right to El Dorado. I have given up this working year for baby rearing, forgot aobut aplications and bienales, and suddnely a boom of invitations to do exhibitions is arriving. Magic.
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