I used to have a very ornate wrought metal bed on which that was written. ( I got it from a sculptor by paying some money and 2 paintings. )
It must be wonderful to go to bed with the expectation of sleep, uninterrupted sleep.
On average I think that happens for me about twice a year. And for no particular reason.
Last night was particularly bad. It felt like I slept for a few minutes then was half awake for an hour and then repeat.
This morning when I climbed downstairs I ached all over and realised that was probably due to turning backwards and forwards trying to find the secret to falling asleep.
It was a wet and cold day.
It was necessary to go and collect a prescription and as I was out I thought I would just add to my stockpile of wine. Which led to me selling another painting.
That was very cheering.
Then I went home by the back streets and found that this street still had twinkly lights up.
Came home in much better mood than when I had gone out.
This time I had done virtually the whole trip without glasses. After a while I forgot I wasn’t wearing them. So I can manage.
Most of today I’ve read or watched Sky Arts Landscape Artist of the Year. I used to complain about James commenting( mostly rudely) on what was happening on TV. Some days I am not much better.
I suppose its inevitable as I like chocolate box paintings and think a landscape painting should be recognisably of a particular subject. And it is not necessary for a painting to look gloomy or ugly to give it value.
I once walked out of a creative writing class when it became obvious that doom and gloom was what was acceptable.
( I waited for the break and didn’t go back. I probably should have told the tutor that the class didn’t suit me…but I was younger then. )
I might also be a little envious of the competitors being encouraged to be themselves and use their own style.
However it’s dark outside and the day has passed, mostly warmly inside.
There are 8 more positives in Pisticci today.
Time for wine.