Yesterday started badly with my pretty black hen dead, feet in the air, no apparent reason. I'd been painting a captured bird that afternoon, a distressed and screaming bird -
thence to Carcassonne, Ian to hospital, other stuff = no studio time. When I did look in was alarmed that I've taken to doing really ugly stuff. Did I ever have notions of The Line of Beauty kind of thing? Why would I inflict nastiness on a viewer?
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