Painting

So, I recently had to do a painting, to be used as a prop in a play I've been involved with. It's really not my field but they needed doing and no one else had time. Figuring they didn't need to be any good, as they'd only be seen very briefly, I set about painting for the first time since I left school. I found it to be a thoroughly enjoyable experience and so after the play was over I set about doing more painting. I've done three now, all clumsy and slapdash, but have really enjoyed the process and am now actually looking forward to getting more materials and doing some more.

Trees:

Royal Albert Hall:

London:

Love

Love is different.

Different people feel it differently and to different degrees.

There is no test to determine if you love.

When you are in love, you will *know* that you are in love.

You will know it in the same way that you know if you drop an apple it will hit the floor.

In the same way you know when you drink water it will quench your thirst.

You just know.

If you don't know whether you are in love then that's fine too. It's completely ok not to know.

One of the most beautiful things about love is that it can't be measured or proven.

It can't be seen or heard or tasted. Only felt.

And only by those who are in love.

Being able to say anything definitive about it would somehow take something away from it.

And when you love, the only one you need ever tell, in so many words, is the one you love.

If you truly love, then you do not need to say it, but for your lover to hear it will be as sweet a sound as ever they heard. So do say it. And feel it reflect back.

And if you do love, everyone else will know anyway.