Сейчас у меня нет холстов - тупо не...

Now I do not have canvases - stupidly I did not bring it with me. All that remains for me to write is. And for this it is necessary to start somewhere and end with something. I draw and write rather mediocre, but unfortunately I like it and therefore I draw and write. I don’t feel like doing it better. I do not want to develop in this and learn schemes and so on. For me it’s like a wave, if I managed to grab it - it worked, it failed, it didn’t work, but unfortunately, even that which didn’t work out was expensive for me. I like everything that I have finished, because finishing is something that I don’t know how to, so it’s very difficult to start. Now realizing the text that is being written, I clearly understand that the only interesting thing in it is the real time in which the process takes place. After all, in fact, I did not write anything, but so many lines. It’s good that I print, but do not draw ink. On the other hand, for my part, this is not entirely fair, because you should read it. You will read and think: why did I read it, why did I spend so much of my time - it's a dummy. Text without content. The way it is. In my opinion, now is such a time - without meaningful. As if the core was cut out. By and large, everyone is interested in how much and how much.