Yesterday my friend, Amy Waters, the artist, came to visit me in my studio.
Amy Waters is a ray of sunshine in what can sometimes be a gloomy life.
I once visited her house and she showed me her family photo albums.
In every single photo, every member of the Waters family was smiling.
On holiday-smiling!
At home-smiling!
Undergoing brain surgery-smiling!
There was not one sullen pout, not a grimace, not a ‘get that camera out of my face’ look.
There was just pure, beaming happiness on every page.
Being with the Waters could make the Dalai Lama feel like he was a miserable shit.
Everyone should be forced to spend a few hours with the Waters.
They’re a family of natural anti-depressants.
'Well sometimes I go out, by myself, and I look for Amy Waters…'
Isn’t that what Amy Winehouse sang?
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