Red Beauty "Carmen" 138x98 cm. Oil, water colour, ink on paper

Yesterday Today's morning is as fresh as it was yesterday. Coffee smells as good as it did yesterday. There is nothing exciting much news in Thairath; political news section repeatedly reports the same old news just like what it did yesterday. I have tired to make what I always do things today different from what I did them yesterday; however, I have never accomplished those at all. The phone rings, and I surely know who is calling and what he is going to say. 'What are you going to do today?" is the first word that this guy, an artist and a friend of mine, always says. If he did now call me now, I would probably call him and state the same statement that I already mentioned yesterday, which would be "Is there anything new, interesting, or exciting today?" It is just so freaking repetitive. It is now 11.on a.m., which is the time that I am about to start painting. I try not to do the same painting style that I did yesterday. For today, I am doing the "Bonnard"style. I will use "Egon" style for tomorrow, and for the day after tomorrow, the "Gustav Klimt" will be my painting technique. I try to draw it in the way that I like. However, it will eventually gradually circulate and turn into the same style that I just used yesterday. I think I should be an artist. Let's think about this. Is there anyone, who spends a lot of time repeatedly painting picture and is even not sure whether he will have a better output or not. This is the worst part. I must absolutely be an artist. I am so sure about this because of beloved painting stuff, not mentioning that all, including swinging emotion, self-dependency, impulsiveness, understandable difficulty, etc, are in me. Uhmm. I might be an artist. Yeah.... l am probably an artist. That is my impetuous conclusion, but yesterday, I already had this thought!!!!!!. Sakwut Wisesmanee

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