First, there was a man.
Then, there was love.
Then there was a deep craving for Calvin and Hobbes posters.
Then there was a besotted and resourceful beloved, who took out her ancient brushes and paint, unused for fifteen years, and made him the posters.
And now, she finds she dreams of compositions and colours, and her fingers twitch to put pain to paper.
Never do anyone a good turn, is my advice to you. It will always return to bite you in your generous derrière 😉 😉 😉