Whenever my nephews are over during the weekends, they play and play. It's all they want to do. That's Gylan playing my new green plastic Kazoo, and Jensen playing the maracas, one of my favourite musical instruments.
I asked the tall man for the direction to the community centre and he didn't seem to know, or remember. But he was so helpful he stood there thinking really hard...We stood there for a while and then a short man came. The tall man asked the short man for the way and the short man told me straight away. I like how the tall man looked when he was trying to help me...
This man asked me if he could pay his income tax at the bank. I told him to try the post office. Problem was, I didn't know where the post office was. He said he would ask the people at the bank and cycled off. From a distance I saw him walked into the bank and then out again, frowning. And then he asked a young lady, who seemed uptight and quickly ignored him. He then asked a middle-aged man in office clothes. He even showed the man his tax forms. I saw the middle-aged man said something and pointed to somewhere across the street. The man looked rather lost and confused. As I saw him pushing his bicycle away, I suddenly felt OK not to be rich.
I enjoyed painting this way. It feels very free and natural. Yet it also made me feel like a man. I am a woman, by the way. This may not seem important but it was fun 'cos how I work or play with the paints makes me feel different each time. I'm glad I'm not repeating myself. In a way, it is almost like I am playing different personalities each time I paint. Maybe a bit like how an actor like Tom Hardy works, I suppose. The gallery owner I worked(and work) with isn't happy about my constantly-changing style. I don't care.
Personally, I think Painting is about a lot of Pretending. Making things up. And if you are any good, or if you do it for a long time, some truths can creep up. I am not familiar with Hardy's works but he seems like a very good pretender from interviews I've watched. He does it so well it's like he isn't acting but I can tell he is acting. Everyone pretends. But Hardy is good to look at.
The Black Bag.
The Fuck You is not for you.
So do come back for more wonderful paintings and drawings.
(I'm having fun learning the Uke. Yes, with strained fingers.)
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