Tuesday, 5 August 2014
August Break Day Five: Three
Three teasels. A painting half way through. I cannot tell you how good it feels to have spent a happy two hours at my desk simply playing. No pressure. No need to create a masterpiece. After 18 months of poor health and dwindling motivation in the face of gruelling soulwork, to feel that childish giddiness over something as simple as going to work, coming home, applying some paint and having a glass of wine it's... well... *cue big contented sigh*
You know when you see crowds of teenage girls chatting and giggling, swollen with hormones, garish nail polish, furiously backcombed hair and you can't imagine what could have made them laugh so breathlessly, barely able to contain their excitement? And if you're having a bad day you might frown at their exuberance but if you dug a little deeper you know you would give anything to feel that free again? It feels like that.