vanilla beer work diary
In Amsterdam, by luck, I met Lino Hellings. She advised me to keep my work diary on-line, exposing my work methods rather than protecting them, risking the humiliation involved in failure. So:celebrate error. In my heart I knew this to be a good idea. My brain, horrified, fortunately tells me it will be too boring for anyone to read.
Friday, 23 January 2026
Thursday, 22 January 2026
22 01 2026
Finished one, pleased... woke up raring for the next to find Bob seriously incapacitated. Might get a few hours in later.
Monday, 19 January 2026
19 01 2026
Poddling on. Sundry interruptions but mostly plain sailing. Rediscovered the iridescent paints, so changes in the copying but an improvement IMHO.
Saturday, 17 January 2026
17 01 2026
Enjoying this copying so much!! Might start more - or find other paintings not done with - to copy
and in the meantime, for a variety of reasons, was painting the expulsion from Eden. Doing a snake. And this weird shadow arrived on the ceiling!
Its only the shadow of a light bulb but hey -Tuesday, 13 January 2026
14 01 2026
- I seem to be back working.
The drawings for Maths book have to wait for lead author to recover from eye op before I find out next stage. (=more, less, appropriate?)
The three pictures in process are trucking on...
Monday, 12 January 2026
12 01 2026
Def cheering up. Got the Stafford thing finished and OK'd by 2 brothers, which is enough; got 10 drawings done for the maths book; started on a painting or two which are delighting me.
The painting is a pic that is sold but a friend who wanted it has agreed that a copy, along the same lines, is acceptable. It was a picture I wasn't quite ready to part with so want a copy for me and a copy for friend. No doubt problems loom but for the moment quite happy :)
Sunday, 4 January 2026
04 01 2026
Only 1,000 words to go- been writing a chapter for Staffords festschrift which is both impossibly hard and occasionally a surprising pleasure. Many anxieties.
First that springs to mind is that l am not a writer. The piece is clunky and chichi and will have to have lots of attention before it goes out. Second is that combing my memories is distressing.
And my planned book is receding; further research, extensive and deep (ha!) reveals that my approach is not that original. Who's it for? Not longer interested.
Embracing failure, wahey! V liberating.


