Wine flows

In to my mouth, I swallow and speak all sorts of inanities. What shit I talk sometimes, excited to be listened to, crap just flows out of me. Sometimes a good idea is in there, and I love the responsiveness of others...don't we all want to see nodding and hear 'yes, I understand', exchanges of the heart and mind.
Tonight I was particularly bad, just watching it whizz by, hours of socialising then home and now it is late late and I cannot get to sleep. Wine working it's way through my systems...
Oh Blog-friend, you are a diary of sillies, capturing and publishing these renderings. Little soap box of attention, reaching out amongst the millions of others, who might be reading my words and seeing the pictures in their own minds.
I love that words create pictures for the reader, forming whole dioramas, based on your own experience and knowledge. Maybe we have already made up our minds about a certain someone, and read their work with a quaking feeling of sickly interest, for example, or in a judgemental way. Who doesn't judge? I know I am doing it a lot of the time, but would hate to be judged by me...I was told the funniest things are sometimes the most truthful. But I hesitate in using this as a confessional.
I like to scroll through blogs, just hitting 'next blog' after surveying what the www has to offer.

That said, I had a power day today with some enjoyable workings in the studio and the flow began well and proper. Unfortunately tomorrow I am minding the show at Chrissie Cotter and am then going to Canberra for 3 days, so reserve a place for me at the art table for next week as visions are requiring reality.