Monday, 1 June 2015
I found this picture that I drew a while back. I can't remember drawing it, but there were a few from that same time. I can see by the pencil strokes and the calm colours that it was a good time. My drawing ability comes and goes. It has something to do with my state of mind. It's not happiness, particularly, or sadness even, that removes it. I've produced enough dark pictures to know that much.
This is a memory picture of a camping weekend beside a dam with brown waters and a forest of pine and other trees randomly surrounding it. A few cows came by that weekend and my boyfriend fished for bass, which he cooked and we ate, with our fingers.
Jesus save you and bless you.