I have been trying to straighten up my work area which is a mess. I came across things I had forgotten. One of those things was a print of a painting I had done sometime ago. The painting had been triggered by finding an old family photo. It was not a good painting. My excuse is that I did it while recovering from a viral infection and was being affected by the medication used to treat me. As an aside, I ask, why do they say you are being treated when you are ill? It is no treat! The medication made me shaky, but I forged ahead, undaunted by lack of success. It was a "bad" painting but there was something about it that I liked. Memories are like that. They often contain something we like but often a whole lot we don't.
Ken
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