Since I enjoyed the brush on glazes at the ceramics course so much I decided to buy some acrylics to try out painting. But then when I went to the supermarket afterwards, to buy some bread and milk and pasta, I didn't have enough money to pay for it. The myth about the poor artist seems to be very true. At least painting was both fun and relaxing, sitting on the floor in the stairwells, listening to Dorisburg.
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