i'm really enjoying pottery. and i realised there is no point in being an 'artist' because then i feel inadequate and shitty when i can't make work like other people.
the point is that i'm not picasso. or anyone else. i'd be a rubbish picasso. but i am the best mike that anyone can be and i need to paint what i want and what makes me happy.
so anyway. plates. me. a lane up a fucking hill that was a lot steeper than i fucking thought. and then my memory loss made me forget where i was again and that upset me. i don't get it really. oh well. hopefully the damage will repair.
