Fooling around after the conclusion of a project that required, also, some... painting.
I remember spreading almost randomly the remaining colors on my improvised pallet (a triple-layer super-hard cardboard) resulting into a dull surface of gray, green and blue. And then, in reaction to this monotony, a few naughty finger-lines of red and ocher came in, and a scorpion-fish appeared, maybe a little suddenly, maybe a little sneaky... And then it was just five or six touches in black what was necessary to make its form clearly visible in the dull aquatic environment.
It was 1993 and I was 24 years old.
In a cleaning up of my house I dug it out of the dust and the colors are unchanged... Not a crack or a single wrinkle in the thick layers of the finger-paint!
I am 48 years old, with a slightly extended... tummy, half the hair I had back then, and... wrinkles that the finger-paint doesn't have!
Seems that, eventually time matters on the matter of things much …