A few years ago, when I had a lot of time on my hands, I used to paint. I painted almost everyday, lots and lots of colour on lots and lots of canvases…which are now all stacked in a cupboard upstairs waiting for the day they either get hung, get sold or get given away.
I’m only bringing this up because I realised today how much I loved it and miss it. Not in a melancholy, sad kind of a way, more a “wow they were fun days!” kind of way.
Its only small, and its only on paper, but todays illustration is a painted. Yay!
There’s no place like home.