Interestingly It turns out I hate painting in small spaces. Can't paint cats and now can't fully utilise a smaller canvas. Not enough room. In any sense.
So I went and tried to get lost in the world's smallest woods. Which was interesting. Had a bit of a perception trip while sitting on a bench. Sat it out and enjoyed the woods. Apparently there is a nature reserve near by so that's a good option for the future. I want to go feral in some woods. Probably find some in Devon. Take some paper and a pen and a tin of beans and go off. No phones and no computers. Eat some bark. Dunno. Something to think about.
- Posted from the roving mike of destiny.
