It always strikes me as odd and amusing that some sections of the population see this as a flaw and inject chemicals into their own flesh to erase the telltale signs of thinking and ageing; these are two of my favourite things. I don't think I would be able to cope for long in the cashmoneyjob if I didn't spend my entire time plotting, daydreaming, scheming and sketching in my mental drawing book; I don't think I could do any of this with an immobile face. I've ranted about it before so I shan't repeat the exercise, I just find it unbelievable that people should seriously equate immobile brows to happiness; who worked that equation out?
I'm hoping the wee boy with his mobile eyes earns himself a Nobel prize one day and can return to his father and say 'So; what's wrong with thinking too much??'
Annoyed today (and thus, no doubt, frowning) because I was all fired up to do some more multiple box canvas painting and the slack s.o.bs at the art shop hadn't got any canvases in stock. Pah. So I i will have to make do with the one I have left and do some more work on the big board that I promised myself I would leave alone until I had done a bunch of box canvases.
Ho hum.
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