Saturday, 29 December 2012
I couldn't figure what to paint so I stuck the brush in my left hand thus allowing my right brain to take over the driving.
As you can see we swerved around quite a bit while we figured out just who was behind the wheel and which way to turn to avoid total disaster.
We ended up here. It's a river, not a road (by now we had parked and were moving more slowly on foot).
I wasn't actually painting with my foot at this point, it's just a figure of speech to give you the impression of a more careful consideration of subject matter.
I'm typing with my right brain too. Well, the fingers are using the left but both hands are on the keyboard to get the message all right. All right?
I should maybe think about going to bed... I sleep on the right if there's any left.