No mojo
The mojo has been scarce in me lately, but by buying me some paint I will set the flames alight again and continue producing masterpieces as is my habit.
It’s going to be some fine art which you’ll probably read about in the newspapers at some point. Some Mona Lisa type stuff but with more colours. I like to infuse my paintings with happy colours because I like colourful colours. And I lack sufficient motivation to mix ten different tones of brown to make them pine trunks when I have already got a brown colour tube which is close enough to convey the message.
I sometimes think myself something like a modern Renaissance man because I’ve got so many strings on my lyre.
Artisan, artist, programmer, poet, dancer, chef, you name it. Poetry is something I’ve never tried, but I assume I could write something really poetic if I put my mind to it because I’ve got such a way with words, and I feel so strongly all emotions.
The thing is of course that I may be ahead of my time, that the contemporary man can’t understand me and therefore I place my hopes that my grandchildren will reap the fruits of my labour, because they’re gonna be rich.
I honestly don’t know whether I’m talented or not.
It’s just I made my mind up some years ago to not let something so trivial as my talent or lack thereof to get in the way of pursuing my passions,
That decision has served me well.