Over the winter, I've been painting from images that I photographed last year but it doesn't compare at all to the work that I can do on the spot. There is nothing I can think of that could be better than setting up in a wooded area next to a stream or lake with the sun lighting the scene and providing the warmth for an extended painting session. I'll start the day with a hearty breakfast of porrage (yum yum) and take cheese and Branston pickle sandwiches, crisps and a flask of coffee for lunch. I'll may take a banana for my desert too, but I'm not sure yet.
I'll certainly be taking my harmonica so that I can belt out a few tunes whilst letting the paint dry. It will be lovely to play Greensleeves and Strawberry Fair in a typical English countryside setting. Lovely for me that is, but probably really annoying for anyone else within earshot. Oh! I may also take a new acquisition, a high powered catapult. I don't intend shooting anything. Promise. I just got it for target shooting. I used to make them from "Y" shaped tree branches when I was a kid but now I'm grown up (you really wouldn't think so would you?) I can afford a metal framed one with super latex rubber. (Thinks, must get some ammo).
That's the reason why I am so very, very lucky. My needs are small and my pleasures are simple. I get my satisfaction by creating art which is something that I absolutely love doing and I sleep well after a days toil. I have found contentment and peace which I know is in such short measure in the world today.
I can't help feeling sorry for those billionaires with their business worries on how to keep all the money they've made, and spending hours on private jets with people thay don't like and listening to the drivel from their wives about their latest breast implant and lip fattening procedure. Oh! what a waste of a life. I feel so lucky compared with them but the people I do feel really sorry for are those poor people in Chad, Darfur and other parts of Africa where they have absolutely nothing but hunger, disease, war and strife. I really don't know why missionaries had to go and interfere with their simple but enjoyable lives years ago. I am so very well off in comparison. That's why I feel so very, very lucky. I am very, very lucky. A lot of people are, but they are too busy chasing the dollar to realise just how very lucky they really are.
Here is a little watercolour which I hope portrays the fact that with just a few steps we can walk out of the dark and into the light. Halleluiah! Ding! Ding! Stand aside and let the bike through. Yeehaa!