I turn over the pages from this old sketchbook & find photos taken 1995 (pre #MultipleSclerosis), along with a few little pencil sketches. This rings a bell & I recall doing a painting ( but where did it go)?
Eventually discover it folded up in the bookcase- top shelf under all that clutter- no wonder it is creased after so many years. Obviously wasn’t happy with the painting- fifteen years later- it looks okay. Now laid it flat to undo the folds.
Then I’ll probably put in in the bottom drawer with other artwork !- hidden away till I get inspiration to sort it out. All takes energy, money to frame. What with a shingles leg, saddle paraesthesia & knackering fatigue- easier to shut the drawer. Make a cuppa.
