When I decided to go back to painting I knew it wasn’t going to be easy

(17 years apart is too long), but through persistence and tolerance I’ve restarted.

 

I didn’t know what to do but I knew why:

I wanted to be better than I am, to improve myself.

Painting was just the vehicle chosen to keep things moving, to make me grow.

 

I felt numb, and realised it was time to wake up. 

That night I wrote a series of things that I’d aim to improve, conquer and develop in my life.

Simple things, words laying in A4 sheets that evolve into ideas,

ideas that somewhere in time I thought were not worthy.

 

I was re-thinking myself, I still am.