WANTING...sigh...
went to work. wondered why. why can't it always be painting, making, creating, messing about.
sigh.....
want to run through fields of lushness, breathe in the chill of autumn days, be reverant in museums, lie in the sun with my face pointed towards it like a sunflower soaking up all the warmth,
want a never-ending supply of large watercolour paper, fine sable brushes, light flooding into a pristine white studio, covered in un-pristine paint and pictures.
sigh....
okay, will settle for a red mini-cooper,
(with white stripes or two-tone detailing)...if i have to.
{Or maybe even a sleep in.}
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