Water-colours, painted whilst the despair held my heart and head if not my hands. So I sold the original for a pittance. This… happens. Damned madness and artistic cliche. It is NOT deliberate. Nor is it actually any fun.
Plus of course due to not being able to remember 2004, I don’t know who the MODEL is (In 2004 I received ECT electroconvulsive therapy or shock treatment. I had far more than the usual loss of memory due to… well I still am not sure. They could not induce a seizure – which is what is supposed to happen. So I guess they turned up the amps/wattage until I DID. Hence. No 2004. Fourteen months of memory, of life, of myself, vaporised. But i am told it saved my life…)
I wonder who she is. She looks nice. Ah well. I wonder if I kissed her. I wonder how we met.
I wonder if she is real at all… though i recognise the method of life-painting I use, I am uncertain.
Such a strange life. But it is for all of us, what we have, here, what we hold, what slips from us, strange and wonderful and full full full.
Oh well! What the hell! Sang Mcwatt.