Just recently I’ve found my days just running away and at the end I feel I’ve still so many other things I need to do. Does this make me very busy? Or does it mean I’m just pootling around not really doing anything at all? I suspect it is somewhere on the continuum between those two points. It is really some time since I’ve had a proper job but quite honestly I wouldn’t know where I’d fit one in.

The art here has been produced whilst I have been sitting down in the evening, Apple pencil in hand just messing about. Is that what all art is just messing about? Clearly not but I suspect the vast majority is. Some of us might wish to be viewed as interesting artists but I doubt we really are anything of the sort. This is not meant to devalue any works created, nothing could be further from what I feel. Art, I feel, is the best way to define what a human is. It is the one thing that you can point at and say ‘there is the hand of a human at work‘. It’s just that most of us aren’t that good, I include myself in that group, but we do it anyway.