Spleck: Creyonah 11th



Someone asked me at the pub this morning if I still draw when I am out.

 I answered in the affirmative and added that I draw at the other one too.

 I don't know what he thinks of that, nor do I care, because drawing and even writing at the Pubs, any pub is a good thing, because it is time that is well served.

 In fact, the only thing that would stop me from drawing at one of the pubs would be if I was asked, or told not to.

 But they are good people and I don't see them telling me not to draw because who does it hurt if I sit there quietly, engaging with others as I draw?

 Okay, there was one guy who actually got pissed about something I drew, because he was offended by it, stupidly of course, as people are far too often stupidly offended, especially these days where some get offended at the drop of a hat, even if they have to drop the damn hat themselves.

 But to him, what I would say, as the first thing, well, is not something that I should out loud.

 Ha ha ha

 But I haven't thought about that person since that day and I only bring him up because he's an outlier.

 The reaction to my art has been positive, even with its obvious shortcomings.

 I know I'm no artist of great talent who can draw anything well.

 But there is a place at the table for me and I continue to improve.

That's just a fact. 

 Anway the thinking behind this drawing was finding t\he balance between the art and the writing, day and night.

 But you got that of course, it's not complex.

 Which i guess for some people means it's not art.

 Though I will touch on that more in tomorrow's drawing which I rather like and wait to see if it will cause any kind of storm or is there a bubble around me that prevents me from making anything more than very small nothing ripples.

 There's a bubble isn't there?

 Oh bother.

 Fingers crossed though.

 Regardless of my ability to cause storms or merely ripples of momentary interest, I will continue to do my thing until diseas or injury prevents me.

 As with the writing, I think that I could be a ghost artist.

 So boo! I'm a gonna keep on keeping on. No matter where I do it from.

 We good?

 I'll take your silence as affirmation of this truth.

Charles Petrie

Date
10-24-19

Time 
16:37-16:57=20

Word Count
422

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