Working during the day and into the night on artificial light just means that the opportunities for fucking up are bigger.
What was quite an interesting pic - the bridge one, based on the Giovanni di Paolo Procession of St Gregory going to St Angelo, I think, had some sweet cross-references going for it, in member's of the procession being identifiable as Great Pictures of Our Time -or recognisably informed by - but since clocking that have swung into all the colours of the rainbow and lost some careful painting under layers of glazes, what the hell am I doing? It all seems sensible at the time.
Had the afternoon off yesterday as a french friend came to visit and then the evening as other friends have turned up. Have eaten; been missing that, rather stupidly. Thought the dizziness was onset of 'flu. Duh.
Dreamed about the use of black; faux charcoal.
All this whilst waiting for the other painting to dry. Glad to say Ive avoided fiddling with that one as the desperateness of the current one makes that one look good.
Tomorrow being Thursday is housekeeping and french visit; Friday Im expecting transatlantic visitors for the weekend. So today, back to the grindstone.
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