Tick tick ticking along... my 'Nature Diary', such a sweet simple idea, has turned into a barometer of external distress, sigh. The anxieties caused by trying to stay alive - in animals, birds, plants - are what I find interesting. I project the anxiety, I hope. Surely a carrot top is not isolated and alone and frightened.... nor cockerels other than managing their instincts.
Got some bad drawing done. Roosting cockerels. Might be salvageable, but only if I focus up and stop fiddling with other pictures, and going out to xmas parties. This may be the pattern for a few days.
Got into the studio this morning and again for a while in the afternoon, giving myself time to screw up another painting. Though secretly, I quite like it. It's better than it was. Photos as and when.
Started drawing fish too. Rather chancy business. delicate outline then lots of wax, invisible of course. Then pencil. Was hoping for a particular look - bit like the invisible ink drawings of childhood - but what I got was messed up unpredictable parts with 4B. Secretly rather like that too, though not at all what I meant.
Next stage needs a weak and tender pink. Marshmallow. Pastel, but I so hate pastel. (Chalk in the fingerprints, ugh)
Got some time in this morning. Disaster!! At least I've been able to legitimately ask Pete to continue sitting for me.
