My life: wife, mother, daughter, sister, employee and masters of art candidate plus everything else inbetween
Thursday, 27 November 2014
Permission to moan sir?
Hello and welcome to my blog Mr and Mrs Nobody,
This blog is going to be all about me - me me me me me!
For the first time in my life it is not going to be about ANYONE around me - it is just about ME
I think that when you reach a point in your life where you stop and wonder about everything - nothing unusual or brilliant about that - writing a blog abut yourself might just be the right way to go. Don't you think?
Hmmm, some background might be useful here to explain how I reached this rather un-brilliant point do you think?
Well first let me tell you what provoked this epiphany permitting me to arrive at the road which forked and 'I, I chose the road less traveled' - except, as you will see, I didn't really.
It was this, this rather exquisite painting of a winter landscape below - in oil I think - which is not my work but rather that of the exceptionally talented and very very brilliant artist John Connolly who is based somewhere in England. I saw this painting and remembered that once upon a time I - yes me - used to paint oils too of woodlands and winter scenes (no christmassy - made up words here) and suddenly I realised that I had not picked up a paintbrush in years and I had no real idea WHY?
Then I saw the price tag and had a gut wrenching moment when I knew - I really knew - I couldn't afford to own and look at this wonderful piece of art every day though of course it would be so much more than that - it is escapism pure and simple away from the sometimes mundane drudgery (what other kind is there) of work, study, money and bloody bills as well as family life. and though I work long hours and study more and then cook, clean, shop and do everything else expected of me by those surrounding me at every point, I cannot afford this little piece of escapism. :(
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The Mouldy Weasel
This blog is going to be all about me - me me me me me!
For the first time in my life it is not going to be about ANYONE around me - it is just about ME
I think that when you reach a point in your life where you stop and wonder about everything - nothing unusual or brilliant about that - writing a blog abut yourself might just be the right way to go. Don't you think?
Hmmm, some background might be useful here to explain how I reached this rather un-brilliant point do you think?
Well first let me tell you what provoked this epiphany permitting me to arrive at the road which forked and 'I, I chose the road less traveled' - except, as you will see, I didn't really.
It was this, this rather exquisite painting of a winter landscape below - in oil I think - which is not my work but rather that of the exceptionally talented and very very brilliant artist John Connolly who is based somewhere in England. I saw this painting and remembered that once upon a time I - yes me - used to paint oils too of woodlands and winter scenes (no christmassy - made up words here) and suddenly I realised that I had not picked up a paintbrush in years and I had no real idea WHY?
Then I saw the price tag and had a gut wrenching moment when I knew - I really knew - I couldn't afford to own and look at this wonderful piece of art every day though of course it would be so much more than that - it is escapism pure and simple away from the sometimes mundane drudgery (what other kind is there) of work, study, money and bloody bills as well as family life. and though I work long hours and study more and then cook, clean, shop and do everything else expected of me by those surrounding me at every point, I cannot afford this little piece of escapism. :(
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