I (almost) never use a t-shirt to clean my glasses, but once tried the internal lining of my jacket since it looks like a coarser version of the cloth that came with my glasses. The result wasn’t the same but it was still good.
Watched a documentary about Goya on an educational TV channel years ago. The documentary tells, among lots of things, how he got progressively tired, sick of playing the role of the boot licker who would paiting anything those brainless and entitled nobles, politicians and rich merchants would want. No matter how whimsical, futile the subject. Exactly the way they wished, no matter if every brush stroke was a lie. Never putting anything shady on negative on them. Until he told his wife he was about to snap and needed to “vent the poison”. He stopped accepting painting orders, locked himself at home and began to frantically, obsessively paint the “black paintings”, one right after another, non-stop.
What the fuck did I read??