Saw the dawn in, light much improved by thaw; skylights clear again. Kicked in on Melusine which has undergone drastic revision and will have to undergo more. Emphasizing the cold white of the fey side with the red/gold human light side. changed the bath, the floor, the hands, the tail. All unresolved.
Spotted the King picture and realised why no-one paints enthroned naked glory - simple. Looks like the throne is a toilet even when it isnt. The stance is a bloke shitting. So found a drawing I liked of the two young Poles and used his leg as a model to kick forward a leg, so the stance looses that pensive-dump look. Then didn't want to not include the young woman (who in the drawing is on his shoulders). Fitted her in to one side. Then in a very vacant nay vacuous space put a study of Maxsense crouching at the feet of the alleged King. Looks as if hes peering up the Kings bum but no big deal - some good bits where he looks like a classic clown so that will stand. Kings hands look like hes manicuring himself, will need to address that. Anyway the brushes are working and Ive only stopped now as I have a headache and have had a few nose bleeds - good range of reds that I used to inform the robe of the husband in Melusine -time for a rest though.
Later; more of the same, enlivened by a visit to Bieke who is here for 10 days. Talked of art... the gist was simply, why do it if a. you have a choice and b. if you don't enjoy it. Feel as if some bastard is turning a screwdriver in my head but this is either the end of the cold or eye strain or both. Im going to make a large plate of food and sit in front of a simple DVD - Morse?Poirrot? and be comforted.
Then I will work out a destination. Either a grant application or an approach to a suitable gallery or some project that will ring-fence and define these activities.
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