ABSTRACT
Gabrielle suggested I tried making a picture with colour and I drew the harlequin in an effort to show how colourful a character I used to be and wished that I could go back to being. Maybe I was fantasising in a Marvel Comic Book fashion about myself, trying to endow myself with powers that I never actually had. But I HAD been a colourful person once, not just in a clothes sense but also in nature and humour. I had suppressed my sense of humour over the years of wanting to be my idols. They were very serious (as far as I knew), and never joked or laughed about, so neither did I. This was a shame because I used to be funny and able to make people laugh. All I seemed to do these days was to drag them down and never having any good news for my friends was another reason I cut myself off from them.
