Struggling halfway through a short afternoon session the thought crossed my mind that life would be a lot easier if I had the disposition of a ‘leisure painter’. I would be satisfied just to get a few hours of painting in now and then. All thoughts of futility would be replaced by an unfocussed fuzzy warm contentment. My pitiful output would not cause me any concern. I would smile a lot more. As odd as it may sound I want to get to a point where I think all of this is worthwhile.
Sweet peas. Day 4