and then there are days when you can’t think of anything that anybody on this entire planet would want to read.
Well I’m having a blog your heart out day it seems.
This is my 3rd today – yes 3rd – absurd – yes I concur. What do I wish to blog about? Let me see perhaps – the addictiveness of blogging the obsession of putting ones thoughts on public view?
I started because I enjoy writing and this pretty much sums it up for us writers does it not?
No hang on not that ‘arty’
Not that I don’t like art, I do though you would never think it, because my home is very minimilistic though according to the ‘www’ – Minimalistic: There is no such word as minimalistic. The word is minimalist. So my house or more so my walls are minimalist/bare/scant/empty/naked/stark/unembellished…I think you get the drift? I have 2 sets of photos of my eldest daughters wedding and I have a collage which my parents gave me as me as a child (cute as a button I was – but we aren’t going down that path) & that’s it. Yet I do love art – I like prints and photos and some ‘real works’ – by that I mean paintings – brushes, palettes, linseed oil and all of that. In fact some years back I sold an oil painting that I did (pats myself on the back), but have never really taken it up again.
How did I start talking about this kind of art,
See I’m boring you now aren’t I?