THE COLOURED THINGS

There was a time when I wasn't an artist and art was just another thing I couldn't do.... but, having studied the mural on the wall of the indoor fish market at the harbour, I am not so sure. In fact, I'm tempted to say that I might be able  to create one of these if I had enough Dulux and the colour card of an East European car manufacturer.

Mind you, the chance of me becoming an artist worries me... and not just because the world might not be ready for magnolia and brilliant white. Would I be an artist because I have a hidden talent or because someone has redefined the word "artist"? If the latter applies, I could be in deep trouble.

What if someone redefines other jobs? What if I hire a plumber to plumb but, without me knowing, someone redefines his job? I could end up with anything.

I think I preferred life when Constable was still knocking out haywains. I wonder if he ever did one in magnolia.