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There are ways of saying things. My previous post was an attempt to look at some everyday happenings. But it might have been written differently.

I’ve had this idea for primary coloured pictures with a line down the middle. I love plain flat colour. And I like contrasting colours. A plain colour with a line down it might be silly. Like a poke in the eye. And it’s been done. So I might put something else in it. I like some silliness.

These colours take ages to dry.

I’ve made myself draw. At an exhibition recently I was talking to some people about a painting. It looked like it had some mistakes in its perspective drawing. Someone disagreed. They might not be mistakes. How can you tell? I make lots of mistakes. If it looks like a mistake it probably is one. Mistakes can look nice. Sometimes I cover them up with technique. Sometimes I probably don’t see them at all. I get carried away with lines. There is always something that you can do. I work at it until something relieves my anxiety. It’s kind of guessing. I’m a glass half empty person. I try to fill it. Glass half full people drink the rest. There are moments. It works for a while. Talking about art is as hard as doing it. Everybody’s entitled to their own point of view. But we have to earn it.


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