‘Always had a roof above me, always paid the rent…’
Yep, that’s me – but I do love camping, so there Lemonheads! This is about not taking risks. I’ve taken a lot of risks in life, and passed on some too. Didn’t feel right at the time. That happens, nothing detrimental I imagine, I can’t help wondering if things turn out as they should anyway.
The simple act, of tea in bed, the strange and snuggly feeling of wearing stockings on their own, (sort of like a human glow stick, cold around the edges and snuggly warm in the middle) hot soothing liquid comfort, not overthinking the day, enjoying the quiet – surroundings and mind, the gentle embrace of my favourite place. Bed. I’ve spent evenings like this.
This image was a fast response to the creative urgency ovulating brings me. And even though I took my time to make this, it’s only once the piece is grouted that I think, ‘Oh shit! I should’ve paid more attention to my cuts and grout lines.’ And to this I say, screw it all! It’s done, am I going to pull it apart and try to fix it? No. And that is now it – move on. Risky. Oh yes.