Or maybe not.

This morning I was watching TV showing  when an antique dealer found a whole collection of paintings by an unknown artist. They were slightly naive and colourful and I could see what made them so special. He bought 10 of them. The artist was no longer alive and the family had sold all his paintings.

What touched me was that it appeared that he had painted his life in his own way and carried on despite not being recognised.

Sometimes I think that I might have painted other subjects and in a different way, but I needed to earn money so I painted what I could sell most of the time. And I generally enjoyed it while learning a lot.

But every now and again I wonder…….

Now I can paint whatever I like and I still can’t make up my mind what that is.

Maybe I already did it…..

I was sitting in Costa’s this morning drinking an espresso and remembering how I used to go and sit there and write , hoping that I’d turn into J.K.Rowling.  (that didn’t happen.)

I met my real imaginary friend there. ( long story , for another time.) I can’t even remember her name.

Being here so long is bringing back a lot of memories.

I didn’t paint today, but I cooked.

I found some photos from November 2016.

It’s been another lovely day here. Sunny and warm.

Wine time now.

( am waiting for my next 6 round canvas boards to arrive. Thinking of painting a woodland scene from my walk on Sunday.)

Cheers 🍷🍷