When I started out with this painting lark about three years ago, when the festive season came around, I attempted to do something «Chistmassy» but all my damaged sub-conscious managed to come up with was this troubled image:
That was three years ago. Today on Christmas Eve I feel well and content (though it’s still not ideal to spend Xmas in an institution).
It’s been a good year for me (and I value life per se so much more now)
I revel in the beautiful heaven-sent day & and have just spent an hour on my terrace.
Thank you for the day!