I took a photo of my desk this morning because it looked so good.
It certainly helps me to write bits and pieces when I imagine myself sitting here.
When I was growing up in Scotland I wanted to be characters out of the many children’s books I read. My own life never seemed very interesting .
I never dreamed that I would ever live in a small village in the south of Italy and be an artist.
And sometimes it feels like I’ve created a ” film set “and a “character ” .
Lots of people say that my house is ,” the house of an artist”. I love it , but it really is a ” stage set” with it’s fake nearly everything.
After a long chat with someone today I was left wondering what is real life.
I’m smiling as I write this because even if I’m a fake I am enjoying this way of spending my time and appreciating how lucky I am.
This morning I sat at my desk and wrote for about 45 minutes . I like that I have opinions on the war in Ukraine and wonder if anyone will ever read what I was writing . It doesn’t matter too much as it helps me to get my head in order to paint.
Today I was happy to paint lots of details on my latest local scene. ( the complicated one.)
The sun has shone all day , and tomorrow it’s to be even warmer.
Now I need to decide whether to light the stove for an hour before I go out. It’s lovely outside but a bit chilly in here……….
Might have a glass of wine while I decide.