Sometimes, ok, often I ask myself why in the fricken world do I keep painting/drawing. My work always falls short of my expectations. I guess that’s why I keep going … I think it’s called – hope! I hope the next one is better.
A new year and all will be …?
It’s a new year. 2020 becomes 2021. The craziness and world-lockdown continues. At least I still have the perfect excuses for staying home and working on my art. BTW, if you crawl you probably don’t need to wear that mask. (iz joke comrade).
