Begin as you mean to go on



A quote.
A comment. 


Like this:


 "And I admit that I wanted to shout, for standing on top of a scaffold in front of a good new wall always goes to my head. It is a sensation something between that of an angel let out of his cage into a new sky and a drunkard turned loose in a royal cellar."
  
 "The Horse's Mouth", Joyce Cary
 


"A good new wall." That's Gulley Jimson, artist and vagabond. With plans to paint a mural.I feel similar - beginning this blank page. What will I do? What are the possibilities? Anything. Anything at all. 

 We'll see where it takes me.





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