Perched high on sea shore rocks,
Industrial skies and plaid seas, there is no immortality.
She speaks of her own myth – the mermaid.
There can be no believers here
Still there is existence, and her’s the strangest truth.
She is there, watching silent waters motioning.
That is enough for now. She is alive.
Baby sees himself for the first time in mirror, standing by his mother’s side.
The need for heavy black outlines in our lives, and no-nonsense impasto, even on such finesse details as cello strings. The desire to make real.
Exploration in colour and outline, the subject is secondary, but not abandoned totally.
Making frames, new router. Aldi’s best. Is it worth it. Will the frames be any good?. A painting needs a frame, its the first necessary step to it finding a new home. Make the frames I say and send them forth.
Waiting for new tyres in Advance Pitstop. It has to be done, changing tyres. Our lives drip fed in moments of waiting. How can we make it interesting. Do we have to make it interesting? Maybe just sit and waiting in relative peace and observe your waiting,,,,and then sketch yourself waiting. Fruitful waiting.