Yesterday I walked into a bookshop and inhaled the whole bookstore.
Or something like that. The picture books. The novels. The words. The covers. The stories. I only stayed for a few minutes. But it was refreshing. Invigorating.
Wandering back, walking past a gallery, I thought about painting again. One of the mums from school asked me about art at a birthday party on the weekend “Do you paint?”
“No not since, well, I was sixteen. And a while ago at uni.”
But writing about art makes me want to try again. And so did she. “Ooooh but you should paint, you should”.
Many years ago I met Stellah. We spoke about art and life and media – and about an animation and creative media postgrad. I thought it sounded amazing, but I never thought of applying. “Oooh but you should. Let’s apply together.”
And we did. And I loved it.