This morning I was supposed to get a year’s worth of accounting up to date. Instead I found some old oil pastels under the bed, sat watching the rain and drew this:
Whether my accountant will accept it in lieu of payment, of course, remains to be seen.
It worked for Picasso.
Didn’t he also refuse to sign any bills or contracts because they might be sold as an autograph? I think it is indeed time to channel my inner Picasso…
I’ll buy it off you! It that helps – I love it ….
Ah, thanks! You can have it if you like.
He didn’t leave the window open on a blowy day, though.
No dedication. He might have had a blue period, but did he have blue hands? No he did not.