The wall brought something back that had been dormant for a fair while, something not quite lost, missed without missing it, like when something reminds you of a dead relative you dearly loved.
Making stuff, creating things, expressing yourself. I used to love art, I used to be really good at painting and drawing, but then I just stopped.
That's why I grew up to love cooking things. It's making something. Feeling alive,joy in doing.
So, despite this is a really bad time to start another project, I'm going to look for something els arty to do. Don't expect a Turner, but this will be just for me, quality will be irrelevant.
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