I've been told I'm being a bit of a whine lately and, even though that's bloody hard to hear (let alone accept and admit) I've thought about it and it's true. Yes, stress seems to be getting the best of me at times and I don't like it. Apologies to those stuck under my grey cloud.Reasons why are irrelevant, really. The point is I'm stopping being a misery. Now.
Fingers and toes crossed. Everyone? Ta.
Oh yeah, I cannot really draw but that's me up there. Being stressful. Pulling my hair in a stressful manner (funny arms, I know. I've never been able to draw arms, even at primary school I always had to re-draw all my arms.)
However, I thought I'd put into practice what a certain doodley missy told me about how it is much safer to have things on paper rather than causing havoc inside your head. So there. I thought I'd quickly make a bad self-portrait (to have a look at every time I start being a whinge again). It will, at least, give me laugh seeing those deformed arms.
Also, it reminded me of some beautiful prints by Blanca Gómez (I particularly like her clouds.)
Only in those the ladeez are smiling under the rain. Let's try and aim at that too. Okay, (whi)ninja?
¡Al mal tiempo, buena cara! (And it is pissing it down out there right now. With an effing passion) ;)