At the end of the day, and probably at the beginning of the day too, I am not a social media kind-of person. This blogging stuff is the most difficult thing to do — well, perhaps not the most difficult, but it does not come easily, or naturally.
I am an artist and I speak with images and not words. This morning I painted for three hours while my husband and kids went about their things. It was a completely blissful time — the house was quiet and I worked away transforming a blank canvas into a landscape of colours and textures; so much easier than trying to comment or be meaningful.
I write this after reading the earlier post about disconnecting with social media, and honesty wonder at what the attraction really is. I have no desire to be that connected, and perhaps I am the anomaly. I do not condemn, please do not mis-understand me; I simply do not understand.
And so, I will continue to paint, and speak in colours and textures.