As you maybe know the famous Dutch painter van Gogh never sold a painting in his live. Apparently people didn’t like his paintings. Or maybe he didn’t know how to approach his public. Anyway he painted his whole live creating piles and piles of paintings and nobody cared.
He must have really loved what he was doing.
A few days ago my PC died on me. An ongoing problem with the memory causes some problems. Sometimes my PC just won’t start.
Sunset on crooked sea
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So I pulled the memory chips and swap them and pulled them again and swap them again. Gave it up, did something else for a while and suddenly my PC worked again. At least that’s what happened the last two times it occurred.
I’ve been wondering if swapping the memory chips had any result at all.
This time I thought I just leave it and do something else for a while. Just wait for the miracle that makes my PC work again.
I was right in the middle of a picture I was drawing and I thought I’d just finish it.
But I didn’t. I coudn’t. If my PC would never operate again, I wouldn’t have a way to publish my picture. If I didn’t have a way to publish my pictures it would be like giving a speech to an empty room.
It never occurred to me but drawing is my way of communicating.
Talking is a weapon to defend yourself in a talking world. If you don’t talk people tend to think that you don’t think, that they don’t have to pay any attention to you. But it isn’t communication.
When I look someone in the eye I make contact. When I show him a picture I tell him something.
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