Yesterday after a tough time with the jumping men pic, talked to Max who hangs out with literary types. His question; When did you first loose control of your characters?
Realised that I gave up control when I decided to hold onto the Kitaj figure. In my head Ive always thought that the bit you love in your painting has to be destroyed at least twice. This time I refuse :) Have been re-centralising it.
It was going quite well but constant interuptions, pointless and infuriating ones. Madness beckons. Bob is here with his attentant sense of urgency and helplessness ('where is...?')
Retrain, again, and breathe deep.
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