Tonight I have been going though my old art journals from many years ago finding things I'd forgotten about and some I can't recall ever doing at all. Some of it is fascinating; it feels like I am reading the journal of someone I have never met who is slightly insane.
On one page I found these intriguing words, written like this:
They're full of trees, what like like palm trees, not really mostly pines though yeah there might be some palms and other things, and what, just forest still silhouettes shapes of English forests, and the unicorns, what unicorns, I don't know you said, I never said anything about wanting to draw unicorns, oh, but maybe I might they're beautiful, so that's it, yes, is there more to it meaning symbols why do you do it, it's just beauty really, but there's more to it, yes.
