Hard Times

9.oo p.m. My Flat, Brockley, South East London.

A statement that seems so true at present.I have always had a romanticised view of the life of an (struggling) Artist. Possibly, looking to closely to the live of a young Picasso or Van Gogh's life in Southern France. Needing no more than a small room or studio cheese, wine and a muse or possibly a vase of flowers to be inspired to be creative. Sadly, it seems so much harder than that at present.

The film still? You what it's from right? Oh, O.K. then.