Progress

I've been doing some painting lately. I'm not a huge painter, but I loved it when I was a child. In fact, according to an old scrapbook I used to fill when I was younger, I dreamed of being an artist, a writer or a doctor. I guess the writing held it's ground. But I think I was disheartened by year 11 art, where we were forced to conform to a style of painting. Mine is usually very thick, very bright, and very imaginative. So much more fun that way.