This is a painting by someone I used to know, a writer and artist. She’s dead now but her images and stories are still here and giving pleasure. She used the theme of figures walking to an unknown destination a lot – when I look at her pictures, I always want to know where they are going and why.
One of the reason I think these images resonate we me is because you don’t know the character’s destination. It is such a contrast to life in general, where everything you do is supposed to have a purpose.
It’s a bit like this blog. You must have a blog, they* said. It’ll get you noticed they said.
* They = people who are supposed to know about how to promote yourself as an author.
Well, I found out this week that someone actually reads it (waves). I feel a sudden sense of responsibility that this has to be more entertaining / amusing / erudite (delete all of the former) than before. Unfortunately, I generally find myself writing here when something annoys me and I want to scratch it, like a scab which is why about the best I can aim for is sardonic. (Very annoyed I can’t say sardony). These ramblings are neither a cutting-edge promotional tool nor a how-to guide to writing, just the musings of somebody who is generally pretty positive and purposeful but occasional needs to give herself a talking to.
So the point of this column – I’m not sure there is one. And that is rather the point…