My lovely therapist told me to start painting again. I obliged, if only once since he asked me. I can understand how art is very therapeutic, it really works. Mind soothing, even. Concentrate on the paper and the colours and shut up all the noise in your head.
Mr D and I went to the store and bought all the materials and as you can see a bottle of wine as well. I just dabbed some watercolour on paper one night. Creating something can be a dirty process, in fact, it almost always is. Especially if you are messing about with paint and paper. As the watercolour wouldn’t dry I left it. The next morning I picked up the pencils and lines started appearing as I motioned it over the previous night’s coloured shapes, no real thought given. A bit like apparitions, directly from my subconscious. A suspicious looking rabbit, a vomiting cat and some random faces is what came out of it. Feel free to interpret them as you want, because I have no idea.