At first I wasn't going to let myself paint the pomegranate again. I thought, no, you've already painted enough of those, thats lazy you must try harder. But then I realized-rubbish! Every time I look its different. There is no shame in sitting down and trying to see a thing no matter how many time's you've looked at it before. Does the fact that I have already had few conversations with my sister mean there's no point in speaking with her again? Lets hope not. (I think I've probably written that here before, but this is a post about what's worth repeating.) And furthermore I get to paint anything that I feel like painting! oops, here I am arguing with myself again.