Showing posts with label painting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label painting. Show all posts

Wednesday, 10 July 2013

A ROOM OF ONE'S OWN ...

...Or, If you've read V.Woolf's book you may find this confusing


Confession : I am the kind of person who sees a photo in the paper and, rather than actually read the article, makes up the story to go with it.
I just can't help myself.  I'm not dangerous though - I don't then pass on as fact the story I have just invented.  And if something really catches my eye I do read the whole article (or at least until the words get too long) so I am not a total heathen.

Perhaps it's a creative exercise (or urge) that I can't control.  I used to love it at primary school when we were shown a photograph of some gnarly feet, or played a piece of classical music and told to write what it suggests to us.