Painting

I think I like writing more than painting.
I can sit and write this rubbish quite easily.
But the prospect of actually painting seems to fill me with dread these days.
I know I can do it. I just don't want to.
It hurts to paint. It hurts that I know that I will put hours into something that no-one will ever care about, and it will sit about my flat mocking me.
I, personally can't stand art in my own house.
You just get sick of it.
Looking at art is like going to  the cinema.
You do it when you're in the mood for it. You don't want to come home and be confronted with it every day of the week.
I pity the Pope, with that bloody Cistene Chapel and all.