I was thinking about needing inspiration to paint and I remembered that the copyrights last what...70 or 80 years? So I looked up images from the 1920's and painted from one of them. A few changes, not completely as in the photo...so hopefully this is no harm, no foul. I just love old glamourish images and memories and the like...I loved that these two were at a street cafe... If you look, it could be today. The one on the left is looking down at her cell...the one on the right has one up to her ear. Well, not really, but in my imagination. France. That is what I am picturing.
So anyway, since I am talking about imagination...I always, ALWAYS have the urge to write. I love to write. I used to be good at it. But I just do not have the imagination to think of a good story. Or I think of something to write about and promptly forget it before I can put pen to paper.