I have this thing I love about fiinding a spot somewhere which I consider my " house" and where I can spend time undisturbed. I have found such a place not too far from London. It's a little park nearby a cemetery. I just sit down there and read, Homer, at the moment. The first time I happened to get there I found the park deserted, apart from a four - year - old-or - something kid who was sitting there, looking around with kind of crazy eyes ( don't ask me why!). So, I just sat down as well and started drawing this kid and added a few benches, the grass and other stuff that I cold see from that position. So I kind of started to think that perhaps reality is enough? That we don't need to add anything to it?
I don't know....maybe it's just bullshit.
I mean, if you stick to nature in a way you limit yourself a lot. So, yes, I'm not even sure why I felt that when I was drawing that kid. I suppose I just saw a lot of beauty in reality.
I refuse every rule, I think rules are the exact opposite of true feelings, of passion.
I know we do need some sort of rule in order to live together on the same planet...so many of us.
But I hate everything that's moderated...I mean, if you want to love, LOVE! if you want to hate, HATE...but DO IT!
Why does this happen so rarely?