There's a little aircon unit in the studio so painting fairly easy, except it isn't. I seem to be channelling my inner Picabia, from his most uninspiring time.
There's an exhibition of his work at Ceres which I can get to, via three buses and several hours. Fairly daft thing to do in the current extreme heat so that idea on hold.
Back to the old roller-coaster of delight in getting something right and total despair when it aint. If it weren't so hot I'd give it up and try some housework.
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