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.
Back at work or what is currently passing for it. Sitting in studio staring at the paintings I was working on before the interruption, wondering what the hell I was thinking. When I get bored with sitting, I daub a bit. Dreadful. Have lost faith in myself.
Cleaning nearly done - there's always more, of course - and things nearly back where they should be for my comfort and effectiveness.
I'm easily sidetracked. Delighted myself with this old drawing of Leon so stopped work to frame it.
Fitting that the first posting of the new year is not about work- again. Still trying to get studio usable, did my back in yesterday moving furniture around. Wearing a large corset affair. Thinking about taking up knitting.