When I was a little boy going to Convent School the Nuns showed a picture of a ‘Good boy’ and a ‘Bad boy’. The good boy’s soul was pure white, but the bad boy’s was covered in black stains. This image is how I believe a lot of people see me ( and I suppose I see myself ); why else would they cross the road to avoid me, as it’s not often I dribble or mutter to myself. Of course, I am ‘different’, and don’t quite fit in comfortably to ‘normal’ society, and this is one of the reasons I moved to the bush. My cats, and the birds and animals I encounter seem to accept me as just another living creature; my cats even show me love, at least until I feed them, but even then they’ve been known to want a cuddle, or just sit with me for company. I may be rather blind, but the painting is not the result of that, as it worked out almost exactly as planned. It’s on Fabriano 280gsm watercolour paper, 50 cm x 70 cm, and the medium used is simply India Ink.