Ways of coping living in a tiny town where no one ever/rarely buys/looks at your paintings/drawings.
14. Have a telephone conversation with an 18 year old in which you tell him one of the best reasons for living in the town he lives in is his very own father.
Then sit quietly listening to him while he lists his father’s faults.
Then tell him they are precisely the reason you like his father.
Then listen to him rant about how he hates the town he lives in, how it depresses him.
Best of all, listen to his reasoning for getting out of the town and remember back to when you thought and felt exactly the same thing…about the town and your own father and the reasons for getting out.
I miss my father.
I wish I hadn’t rejected him.
So now I’m going to hang a picture of him in my room.
And try not to forget him.
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Hang My Picture
70x100cm
My drawn version of Tamara and the Martyr’s song, Hang My Picture.
I think now, this is my favourite song ever.
I listened to this song on a loop and cried quite often while I did this drawing.
Bad and good crying.
Buy the song.
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