I needed an old-school type painting as part of my next exhibition of exciting and innovative sculptures so decided I’d better do it myself.
He turned out ok.
I found another off-cut I could use so then did a painting I’ve been thinking about for ages. It was grown from a cutting and lives in the bedroom.
I wasn’t busy so there was another thing that I had been thinking about recording.
Le Jongleur has lived with us for many a long day.
I then stumbled across a couple of images that I liked on the interweave and threw them together to daub this …
… and then, last week, I painted this …
… which I quite like.
The odd thing is that I don’t really enjoy painting. In fact I haven’t painted a ‘proper’ painting for over 30 years.
The trek to the cold and damp shed is now very muddy and I have no idea what I’m doing … or why. Ho hum I suppose. Ours is not to reason why, Ours is just to do and *sigh*.
