Hello birds hello sky...

I've been on a strict regime. This weekend I broke thru the barrier to restored Health, Vitality & Joie de Vivre (and it only took 8 days of solid eating and sleeping).
Apart from anything else I realized I could absolutely murder a Man --and did.*
Otherwise I have been walking for MILES and thinking. I mean GOOD thinking, not a lot of introspective, self-doubting crap. Jesus.
As far as destructive, obsessional thoughts on cruelty, political correctness (loss of civil liberties) etc etc etc etc go, I'm simply plastering up a picture in my head to push in front of/ alongside them. Its of a simpering doll-faced whiny brat who doesn't like nasty things.
Also, its like an ex said...'if you can't do anything about something, get it out of your head'.
The question of what I CAN do, aside from a coupla paltry Direct Debits re animal abuse, is keep putting this stuff into my work.
I really don't see the point in painting anything else.
I gave up worrying about how LITTLE I paint a while ago, and it was the most liberating decision ever.
Once you realise you're just not cut out to be remotely prolific, NOR ever do anything flavour of the month, life is BUT A BREEZE.

I googled 'tarot lady Fool' and found this interesting photographic slant
http://www.reclaimingquarterly.org/98/98-tarot-dr.html



on this favourite image:


I absolutely ADORE this old neo-classical style of illustration



* Ladies - F'RGET dressy-up intellectual pseudo-fetishists ---the average young testosterone-charged electrician or builder is WAY ahead of the game.
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