'Interior with Strawberries"

A painting from 2012. Sometimes I become so obsessed with interiors it is almost absurd. I understand it in theory... after all, I spend most of my waking hours indoors at home. I have more than a moment or two to observe it at length. I dream of ways to improve it, to update it, to present it more to my liking. I look longingly at the pages of House and Garden etc, attempting to pick up tricks of the trade. I often look for a pic that has a composition worthy of a painting (like this one). In many ways it's more satisfying than overseas travel.

A problem, however, has arisen. I have become unable to spend a lot of time in iteriors that I don't like. They can make me feel aggitated, sick, frightened.

In consideration of my relative poverty, I constantly have to make do, as many can understand and also do, I am sure. It surely must be a joy of those who have no monetary concerns, to create a home that is to the owners liking in every way.

I have seen some extraordinarily presented homes in my time, and some very shockingly horrid interiors, too. My own home falls somewhere in the middle of that scale. Sometimes I think I'd only be truly happy living in a modern art museum.