Fiddling with this thing again, the hot breath of the aesthetic on my neck - and, more pleasingly, the paint is behaving oddly which gives me more opportunities. Still capable of wild pleasure playing with the transparent shiny colours and the traditional ones. Never quite predictable.
Its snowing!! Which means the domestic tasks outlined for the day are unachievable and I am granted studio time.. . slightly sombre days; my cousin Tevor Rose has died, Ians brother Mick Bolton also - both in the early hours of the new year. In bed, peacefully.
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